To Lose and Catch the Trail
Is it my job to flee, or yours to chase; mine to constrict, or yours to expand—like water The […]
Is it my job to flee, or yours to chase; mine to constrict, or yours to expand—like water The […]
We were feeling very black and white, very automatic. Our fingernails were letting go, our eyelashes, the lobes of our
Things are always a question of after or which life is after another. Our world is a geometric construction of
It’s thanks to scenes like this that I sometimes dread people, particularly the way they flock to orange pylons, fluster
What we really need is to gather in the street and talk to each other. Any street. Lined with shrubs
One answer lies in the tropospheric molecules scattering short blue waves and vapor meeting minus-sixty. But what’s the burning question?