#installations

i think boba moonlights as a gravitational vacuum star manifesting as a cat but her actual job is a mystery beyond our ken or cunning

yesterday, i started reading kandinsky's point and line to plane , thinking it would be an interesting novelty, but i can't stop thinking about it

last night i dreamt that i fell asleep in the middle of a haircut and i woke up with snake scales tattooed on not my face. the face i see reflected back in dream mirrors is never mine

this morning i woke up with that tight clenched ache in my core like a single fist squeezing my heart and stomach at the same time. the exemplar of physical sensation that insists on expression as an emotion, that masquerades as the dark revelation (a revelation mundane?) that the grinding vastness of this existence has no regard for me or mine. i think it's the dry echo of an echo of a hangover stored materially somewhere in my cells and there is nothing to be done for it but remembering it will pass

tonight, i'll eat macaroni and cheese pizza and detroit deep dish with finn and fall and we'll sit around finn's kitchen table, drinking dollar bucket nonsense, and talk about our week, and i am very much looking forward to it