Andromeda

Head is above water I tell my father on the phone this line doubling as edge of burnout too early for what will be, I intend it to be, a high work threshold fall it keeps raining I haven't turned my closet over yet but yes basically winter, here in still questionmark Schweiz. so I have little to offer by way of comment, either cognitively vacating at weekends courtesy new neighbor's grassy cache which is becoming a belated substitute for new city, ou est chosen family fun, and otherwise, spreadables of studio time testing painting things and the editorial rest. writing in the anyhow, of rolling tootsie hills, the words Hejinianify in commitment to five minutes daily practice, let the dogs out, a bit ridiculous but how else. 

Absolutely bonkers channel

Amtrak selfie when I was 18 with big Bose headphones on, black work shirt and hair tied back, scrunched nose making a sour face as Beatrix Ruf  captioned in yellow Arial font does not compare...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ht39sFvJRAc

What to make of this other than, it was always the Wild West out there, sometimes it still can be.

we

The book of the prophets, not revelations…it’s the role and forced attenuation of prophecies heard, ignored, masticated and fulfilled that needs examination really, insofar as they weigh on our behaviors. Listening.

State

I have much work to do and yet there is a soul aspect in me that is so exhausted.

Shoeshine

After Cool Hand on the plane, De Sica film about money, broke me, albeit briefly, cracked heart open in this city (country?) of same and worse.

Once I find my formula

such recipes will have you choking on the asbestos of your own drywall drillslinger HomeEc ambitions til brittle powder and wrinkly duck tape become…the work. Sigh.

Skeet shooting (Spenser)

Suddenly a name. There is always a funny sort of mechanics at work. An accrual of value, boulder and moss. Stay out of it for the longest time, said someone to Jenny Saville, she says in a video I saw somewhere. That we have become subjects of the some, that plurality has skeeted (yes, deliberate shots at) specificity is probably the worst part. To lend aimless expense aim, I am striving to remember. And eventually, to be caught in slow motion. The sieve of, who rescues who, in the first place.