feel the ground down here like a soft fuzzy ear

it helps to imagine the yardwork noises as big scary carnivorous birds shrieking and closing in

there’s something so innocuous about being inside a car in america. it’s the mode location, mode object, mode mode of transportation. pareidolia like a moth, license plate for a mouth, anonymity through total assured interpellation. so windows covered, idling in the shade, i pass.

being physically confined, bounded, bordered prevents the basic expression of autonomy that is leaving and going to another place when we don’t like the treatment that we are receiving

i love when older relatives are like “you’re looking good/very beautiful/quite attractive” and they mean “your transition is going well”