Thursday, April 17, 2008

Signs are reemerging, in their cascading, loose arrays, must be spring.

The main temporal benefit of a rich inner life is the ability to produce surprising surface effects.

Don't know if I mentioned that the copy of V. I leave in the downstairs bathroom of my parents' house had gone missing last I was there, migrating geese reminded me, just the thought of migrating geese, actually, while I was showering.

Circling down the drain.

It's a funny thing, to have spent an autumn tarrying intimately with one morbidly preoccupied by the season, adds a lot of odd colors to my experience. Heavenly shades of night are falling & c.

Too detached for morbid preoccupations myself, quite a lot of morbid leitmotifs drifting about.

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