25 July 2014
reading academic journals and excited wildly by the term "the practice of everyday"
looked up into the sky outside the kitchen in the garden, clouds in a shade of light red, shifting so quickly. I thought I saw a skeleton. and then I realised, you see what you want to. you reference forms with what you know. but the clouds, they are just clouds. forms or shapes, of clusters or like tonight, a school of them, scattered. there, and not always there. immemorable and dissimilar but always there.
D woke up at 7/25/2014 08:09:00 AM [comment]
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