"dreams under the midnight sun" (p.34)

listen: a violent yet flammable world, au revoir simone

this rush toward the edge of land where everything falls away into ocean and i become uncertain is so easy. mum and i spent a perfect beaches day walking along streetcar tracks to nowhere, coffeeshopping and exploring a curiosity shop built entirely of lost postcards, sunday hats (with matching hatpins) and aviator scarves. tea with grandparents, early supper, airport goodbye! instead of writing research papers, i watch the unseen patchwork world slowly drift by and i eat tea and oranges not all the way from china. the silverdime moon sits in the window and for this i am lucky. these many years later, it will still (crossing continents) follow me home in the night.