i see people walking and talking like in le grande jatte and it all looks pointillist to me mute except for the things i say which reach like invisible tendrils to grasp at nothing in the wake of their passing rapt in each other's conversation. 
 

 i took zero pictures yesterday, if that's even possible to take zero. the morning started early and bad, but i swam way the hella out and my mind spread over the waters like pollen and i hope no fish died of consumption but the waters remained calm and lily swam like jehu.
 

it's ok it's ok there's too much to say and i'm blocked like a hermit with a need to connect.