mood: the pastness of past
caught up with the mean reds, mostly means reading, too much thinking of thoughts, cold tea & stomping around the flat after midnight. abandoned books & hot chocolate in the library lobby; all the vagaries & grand, sweeping gestures of procrastination. i am finished book one of war & peace.
yesterday, i walked to my favourite house on tower road in the rain & blustering (under the streetlamps, swirling birds or leaves or moths). i stood for a while beside dark windows, damp & full with presentiment that in a year's time, i don't know where (and in that moment, the certainty that it cannot be the impalpable here). to be sometimes so windblown & without direction.
so we sit at your kitchen table, eating disappointment & the thick-skinned clementines until our mouths begin to burn.
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