well i ain't a-dronin' anymore.

i had plenty of opportunities to stop what i was doing, to make a good decision, but that would have required the kind of lessons that i was never taught.  Bad Words

meditation on the fall: it's hard to imagine, that nothing at all, could be so exciting, could be this much fun. oh heaven, heaven is a place, a place where nothing, nothing ever happens.

quit trine a get all up in my kitchen, kid.  Bad Words

 

something about bringing our stuff into existence, you said? can we? by thinking alone?

this is the only picture i got yesterday. there's a little vacuum in my solar plexus region at the end of the day when i don't have photographs. it's that i live via photographs, my existence necessitated or allowed by these little thought bridges in spacetime. without them i am like a scarecrow or effigy. perhaps i'm overstating. i lost the right words.

 

but, thoughts and memories, unthought and unremembered, walk by us.