i got my ownly herman miller. in the nest. 
lucky me they were having twins and the twins were pushing herman
out of their future nest. 
though there are a disturbing number of twins being born. well twins always kind of freaked me out, but there are so many more now, and twins always freak each other out, don't they. but it's cool, twins are cool, uncanny normal, and they really humanize bodily the notion of spooky entanglement.

so herman is in the house, and the house is my home, my home away from home, my existential cozy of ambivalent longing for home home, my dodo' nest, my stronghold against the gnawing of the squirrelly city-world. when i sat in herman the first time in its old house, it felt good, i felt good being held by herman, and when i got it home i worried slightly for its feelings, being brought into my mess from its well ordered room, but despite the mess, it felt ok, like it didn't mind, and could wait. for order.  for disordered feelings perhaps to settle. to settle with me, settle me. oh. and r. made it happen, and r. made it be, and r. she helped me. praise, praise be love be. and we threw out that ratty couch kenziburo oe once slept on, and the blue hive chair on the cartoon casters that scooted like skateboard and laughingly flipped me backwards. and turntables and other audio skeletons, away. oh!  i'm giddy, giddy up me kiddies, my nest of chaos opening in a brand new spring. 

this may sound trifling small. this in my world, is huge. i feel like twins.

i got herman in my nest.

godzwillings.