Sunday, February 14, 2016
The red and the black
As always, I’ve let my hair grow too long and too thick. Should have gotten a cut two weeks ago. Strange that it’s already mid-February. Before the month ends, we’ll be moving back to the house.
As expected, I’ll be packing more things than I brought: this time more books than magazines or clothes. Hence my online reticence.
My forehead’s too large, with veins bulging like worms. Is it my fault that I think too much, consider every side of a problem before I decide on a solution? My usual excuse for laziness.
How can light survive the shadow? The gravity of words, turns of phrase that spin out of axis, matter that is helpless in the grips of what is void. In another world, I imagine myself a physicist.
Polo shirt, Fred Perry
Boots, Dr Martens
Miguel Paolo Celestial
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