"fame and sound and fury"

song: flat bottomed boat, harmony trowbridge
mood: stargazing

first thing when i got back, with keys swinging in the front door, i went out to the porch hoping (without hope) that the plants had not died while i was away. the cyclamen has shriveled to a moth-coloured tangle but the others (a jade plant, a spider, a christmas cactus) will recover with time. it's silly that it can matter so much but i've been wondering, worrying over two months about these terracotta pots winning their luck with the rainfall. two letters in the mailbox (from m. traveling in england and silver earrings from the ever-talented s.) books in residual piles from the end of classes. the posters still on their walls. we sat for hours, n. and i, catching up between the phone conversations & about everything that is static, changing. we walked to the dock at the end of jubilee & sat in the mist & the ocean moving always beneath us.

there is magic in places you love when you leave them long enough. i am mostly listening to sounds of this world unfolding again. i spent the morning on argyle sipping passion-fruit soda, reading stanzas of onegin between things we say and the passerbys (a summer-slow, punctuated sort-of thinking). local radish in a salad, the first two acts of king lear, & maple trees against a wooden wall for dinner.