an injunction: with personage

Did it burst? they’ll ask

And you’ll align yourself with magic and creativity, these things abundant in gratitude.. it may just be that you can navigate without feeling as if all your days are a series of steps..

No you,

You are finding experience in it .. fuck yeah you are

And all of sudden those flashbacks are frames and stills of what you’ve done.. and you’ll divorce yourself knowing it, when you think of it,……. but most other times the bursting is renewal. The subway platform flautist pipering of emotions with which you meet and find differentiation, a truly measurable virtue, because all your navigating has its origins in your own periphery

Getting to know ourselves from the perspective of a self given side eye. The only viewpoint we ever believed enough about ourselves. There are days upon days of only seeing around our noses .. like looking out windows behind these glasses. Like looking after younger siblings in these glasses.

and it is genuine and pointed, functional and as accidental as cobwebs; we are genuine and pointed, functional and remaining at our core a spectacular collection of dust

art credit: Marlene Dumas (South African/Dutch, 1953), Old Fears Are Still Valid, 1987. Ink and pastel on vellum, 29.8 x 23.8 cm.