tricotage & temperance

look: the first snow snows
listen: lily, jonquil

the damp smell of winter coats, mixing with dripping glass wires & all the uneven sidewalks. tree branches stretch down like the vertebrae of strange, unfinished creatures, touching telephone lines and the gabled windows of our houses. a midnight bakery warmth drenches the neighbourhood. every morning, r. and i take turns pressing the coffee.

i spent hours walking through the snow, kicking it up from the tips of my rainboots & into the afternoon puddles. this is representative of an aestheticisation of the 'ur-phenomenon,' and negates the intrinsic dualism implicit within a physiological & physical experience of being human. the alternative, of course, is to consider it simply the basis of scientific empiricism --
(i have dreams of orca whales & owls.)

more & more, i catch myself trying to explain things that don't really fit into the con-text of words. romanticism in science, the taste of oranges & chile, the feeling of wool under my fingers.

there is such goodness here.

& i don't know what comes next but there's a stability in motion.
i am excited for uncertainties.