when i was talking with hamid today a girl came up, hugged hamid and asked where i'm from. she had a little dog hidden under mister, i said i think we met before, she didn't say yes, and i've thought that before like a met the dog but don't recall the person. downstate, i said. where did you think. she said i sounded like i was from an island. she left directly, saying sorry to interrupt. you're not interrupting i said, it's all one conversation, and i wondered how i sounded like an island. people usually think i'm from the south. downstate sounds like nowhere. i'm trying to imagine an island voice, and i just see a little green island from above. i lived on two islands but i wasn't at home there. i felt attracted to islands, then i felt trapped. i didn't come from an island but from isolation. in a way i never left that island. in my head. maybe i can't. donne said no one is an island but i feel like i am one sometimes even though deep down it's all one planet, an island isolated in space with a lonely moon circling. a conversation of one.
i just saw a film about the moon, one of the moon rocks they brought back was actually from earth, blasted into space by an asteroid and landed on the moon. the moon was once molten lava but since it cooled it hasn't changed, except for objects landing on it.

 the moon and a spider on the fire escape, 2:42.