swim palmer

“I know that you have not yet grasped the trajectory, the inevitability of you shedding your biological form.” expatpress.com/trash_stratum…

I love washing my hands with rose scented soap. I imagine I did it in past lives. Though my hands looked different, did it feel the same?

Practicing patience is so beautiful

before they left they told me they were getting ready for a show, that the pieces had been sitting around for years, maybe decades, and then put together all at once in 10-15 minutes.

When the fridge makes creature sounds

Could it be that this was the form Monet’s Agapanthus was waiting for all this time?

Watching Alfred Hitchcock Presents as a kid got me hooked early on the turn of the screw. Such a nasty habit.

The mist rolls in every night like a tide, a wall of white with streetlight islands. It means so much to me.

Bow but never bootlick

Erowid trip reports forever

FYI there are more birds in Bushwick than ever before, a great flock covered all the rooftops and murmured excitedly as I lay there, feeling other versions of myself on other timelines that rippled out and sometimes intersected with one another. The primary effect was redaction.

Sheep grazing around solar panels in a field of yellow grass. Clouds moving behind other clouds. The light lands already compromised like Lipstick stitches on chapped lips.

Just when I think social media is truly useless I read someone commenting, “I’m really thrilled about this!” in response to a post about Anne Carson and I’m happy to imagine this person in their own little corner of the world, smiling.

10/26 is a very big deal. Just ask Donnie Darko.

A post-collapse future in which PKD’s Exegesis is treated at a sacred text.