The spaces in which we dwell and spend our waking and sleeping hours become so important. We attach ourselves to corners and bookshelves, to heights and shadows and mirrors, doorways, the squeaking of floorboards and the peel of paint. What is it about where you spend your nights dreaming, where you succumb to the most pleasurableContinue reading “Journal: Thurs., Dec. 11th, 2014”
Category Archives: I’m awake
11/11/13
Consistency of substance, as paint, textiles, or wine. The nave of a church. We are all looking for certain bodies for the undoing. In the woods the tame becomes treacherous at nightfall; we look up in ways we never do in cities. What is searched for in the sky? Day by day our daily livesContinue reading “11/11/13”
Hiatus II
In the side mirror the thin wisp of smoke curls, wanders under the orange parking lot light, curls back inside towards the dash as if lost, the long cigarette held by a pale hand as if not your own — a hand that is only a hand, leaning against an open window beyond the “DoContinue reading “Hiatus II”
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