They’ve gone from nude to chartreuse specks many times before. There are two tall frames through which l’ve seen this. Opposite to those two, it is dim, where the past flares vibrantly.
I live here.
125th Street on a slip, and a timestamp.
Sometimes I think of you, all of you, my bids, and the missed ones. eBay.
Firenze, 2019
Accidentally
a year ago when public banter felt more natural I asked everyone who I had met for the first time, on the basis of things I had encountered early in NYC, if they were singers / songwriters trying to catch their big break in the city
デヴィッド・アジャイが設計するカリブ諸島バルバドスに建設されるアフリカ奴隷慰霊碑 (designboom)
David Adjaye shapes barbados heritage district including a memorial to western slavery (designboom)
Ask me where November went.
Buildings everywhere. For people. Full lives they live, in their psyche. Without them, outside.
A year apart on the same roll.
Like recently atomized veggies at the market
Earthquake grins
Every song is a headroom
Stay and look up
Look to the sides and we’d be swayed by things our scale
Toy-story-green plastic peas; charges en route to the brain
All electrons spread a millimeter away, and sway, and judder around
5 A M
Late fairy godmother curfew
Magic sparks ease, and for the better, we fizzle
