the system crashed last night while editing and the connection crashed while posting so this all may be more garbled than usual lo siento mucho muchachos y muchachas, de nada.

a bird just looked at me through the window from the peak of the roof next door, so i do in fact exist.

a question is work.

and i have to admit it may not be as bad as it seems

and i'm back reading the black spider i don't know what happened before.

but if only and what if, and you are here

everything changes but i stay the same. i can only watch.

it goes without saying.

if i could just stop thinking but i'm the thinking reed. i need to bend with the wind.

my music is broken, but i hear the winter birds. distant guns sounding small catastrophe, cracking ice.