when i woke up this morning you were on my mind. the sky is like a grave blanket, the wind is howling through the buildings like gravestones in a graveyard. i saw a film where the people lived in box structures exactly like the box structures in the graveyards, stacked for space. i think about how short the journey is, right next door. how endless. the wind howls in the window pane, wind of souls singing dirges, querying where we live and struggle, like wind through buildings, souls through graves.