i want to make this.

insect genealogy from tiger in a jar on Vimeo.

bench.

watching mad men.


now i understand.


who you thought you were.



written in the inside cover of a book.
signed with only your initial.



i wonder how many of us there were.

i wear
sioux falls, sd.
newport, ri.
bay shore, ny.
and
love. forever.

around my wrist.

in wikipedia
and
under the manhattan bridge.

i will never escape it.

everything is a reminder.
when
you
can
only think


about







one.
thing.

Ambergris by Snowblink

every day is an anniversary of something.

unreliable people will never be
something they are not.

put everything in a bag and throw it out your 4th story window.

let it fly with the pigeons
and
get eaten by the rats
along with the poisoned trees
and sidewalks
in
a bullshit city
once romantic.

mail it to sisters
who
don't even
know
you exist.

they'll burn it.
they probably burn everything.
just so they don't have to
live with the fact
that
they are related
to
heartless beings.

august 8th is a beautiful day.
when it isn't today.

Baby knitting.

Voluntary detour.
Lindenhurst train station.
Nostalgia.
After
A day
In
Kismet.

You, you only, exist.
We pass away, till at last,
our passing is so immense
that you arise: beautiful moment,
in all your suddenness,
...arising in love, or enchanted
in the contraction of work.

To you I belong, however time may
wear me away. From you to you
I go commanded. In between
the garland is hanging in chance; but if you
take it up and up and up: look:
all becomes festival!

-Rainer Maria Rilke