Freewrites.

Odds and ends.

Cherry

Fighting Mirrors.

Life as a record. Replayed through time. A full-spectrum divination of high and low frequencies. Of light and sound. Void and abundance.

Commute.

Must find sustenance. We’ve been captive to this barren stretch of pavement for far too long. Making bad time.

Trip Atlantic

Beside me, I remember hearing him say, ‘All I can see right now, is a black hole’, and I thought to myself, ‘Poor shmuck, you’re looking in the wrong direction’.