word of the day, emptiness, or nothingness, or some such word akin to that. space is full of nothing that is really something we can't fathom, but we somehow know. as memories are invisible yet we are full of them, even forgotten memories that linger in our molecules in atoms in between, sure we live in between something and nothing, in an in-between life contingently, and more or less harmoniously between a hard rock and the expanding space of infinity. 

i saw lulu and she was amazed on sunday and she kissed me like it was more than a weekday and her breath was phew but it's sunday. 

then i saw a tree blasted from the sidewalk by autopilot with a bumper on top. so calm, yet contingent, with sudden violent contingency, and kisses potentially. we're kissed by the dogs of chance and fate.