A blog exploring connections between things around me.
The universenever soughtthe meaning ofmy breaths.The desirewas an inventionentirely my own.
Every morningglass windows weep—rivulets running downin intricate patterns.Every morningI hope yesterday markedthe end of their sorrow.It has been a longLow Country summer.
Looking downthe tunnel of time—the vision inevitably hitsthe mirror of mortality.The reflection returns.Chaos ensues.