Yeahso its like: today I remembered there ar epictures of figures,another word for people, but you know how it is,can be. I just put all this stuff here Clean through its bed :: Only image s now. I fell asleep and lived the [xxxx] of the same day over again

yours, mine ::

It’s hard to erase this stuff from another point in time . The entirety of this or most of it was created in a series of moments when it felt as though the horizons tretched out in front of me boundless and alive with its possibility . its not necessarily that the concept itself is gone or has been changed but instead its more so that my world has become cartesian . that I now am more aware of the coordinates my guiding points these products of coursing across space for more time . There is something to be said for the search how without answers there is a satisfaction that can be dismantled easily . Each sentence there is a place attached to it like each song . “Do you listen to any new music?” Well today it rained so I listened to the music I listen to when it rains there’s a song that you sent me I remember exactly where I was. On 24th crossing in front of the library construction a hard rain coming down

In the mouth of the tunnel,

When I am here I can think only of death