remembering better, remembering the things that don't matter
marking my datestamp into the reality around me
smells
rolling cigarettes
kindness to my bones & opening my mouth
seeing the mundane and the beautiful as the same
garamond
baltic amber oil
finding non-places
"Over the northern border, you herd cattle. Giant cows, at the withers, they’re taller than you. Bodies hotter than yours too, boiling blood over and over."
"In the night, they shine like all filthy and dark things do by the light of the stars."