i think shit does happen for a reason, or reasons, often they aren't apparent. this is the very first image in my computer memory. it seems i had a pretty good camera then. i don't remember. i do remember the bugs.

when i was sleeping last night or this morning like light grazing
this line popped up, like on a cottony page in my old typewriter,

Words on the death of a poet-
he owed me money.


i think i was thinking about lorca,
but what i don't have any idea. a vague one...