Trinity / 16 July to 15 August
Let’s start over. Let’s somewhere maybe we can agree: every creation story involves water.
I miss you. Eight blackouts in four days.
Shipwreck’s here and sometimes the shoreline already looks like it’s been struck through, another storm of white noise in a waiting room.
But not always. Sometimes my lungs are bent upward and blushing and I’m happier than I’ve ever been.
I tell myself, this time, on this continent, and just put another tomorrow away and then another tomorrow away.
I tell myself, it doesn’t matter the difference, all diaries are the same day.
Hurricane / 16 September to 15 October
No one ever thinks about how you need to stop when you want to be in a place. Deceleration is often crucially ignored or overlooked.
I wonder how your days are, what sort of materials and fabric have grown too loud, what shapes you sleep in when the sky is quieting down and the landscape is a surrendering thing.
Every object in our solar system operates/orbits on a relatively flat plane because it was all formed from the same original stellar accretion disk 4-5 billion years ago.
Maybe this just one defensive posture against peaks and valleys. Just a deep flat line of naive enthusiasm, infected by fragments with varying levels of success.
Nevermind the the vanishings, the empty lenses you expected me to forget.
It may be true that the earth is flatter than we ever gave it credit for.
Castle / 16 November to 15 December
Do you remember: You kept telling me how unreliable eyewitness memory could be.
You said, don’t try to tell me you don’t know me by now. I set my watch just to tick in time with your pulse.
It’s hard when your senses are ready for everything next, and the rest still resists, like cellophane wrapped too tightly over a windowsill.
But still. Things might not get worse. We might start having to define ourselves differently. Have you considered that yet?
What then? What kind of ghost, what kind of hiding in the attic, what kind of forgiveness and future potentials?
It’s there. Just a beginning, solutions ankle deep, birth marksmanship.
Jillison, I don’t know how to say it honestly. I can only say it honestly.
It was real for me. It was real for me. Is there really any point in telling someone on hormone replacement therapy, “no hard feelings.”
Come home. Come home?
Plowshare / 16 January to 12 or 13 February
In the men’s bathroom in the office building I’ve been working at, I listen to old men straining to shit while I do my brows in the mirror.
I am so incredibly embarrassed by my face.
Just keep hoping, maybe by the next room, maybe by the next room.
Time then, is it always a form of anticipation? I am still slow to outgrow the tyranny of framing attention this way.
On the unreality of time, this multiverse, etc:
Shotgun surgery? Consciousness causes collapse? I keep feeling something terrible is about to happen.
I gotta get better at making fun of myself. Do you miss me? It’s all collapsing.
“I was doing well enough until you came along and kicked my stone over, and out I came, all moss and eyes.”
― Djuna Barnes, Nightwood, 1936.
Manhattan / 15 April to 15 May
Here is what you told me once: There are only a very few basic parameters contribute to what makes a face attractive.
Averaging. Symmetry. Effects of hormones. Our wounds are just geography.
Four years on and I remain your unthought known, I remained dimly off limits, barred from the conscious minds of most people.
Cupio dissolvi. Literally, I wish to be dissolved.
The phrase has acquired more secular and profane meanings and uses, expressing such concepts as the rejection of existence and the masochistic desire for self-destruction.
Nevada / 16 May to 14 June
“It scares me how many things I’ve got to learn. How will I learn them?”
― Octavia E. Butler, Parable of the Sower, 1993
Julin / 15 June to 15 July
There are seven types of forgetting.
formation of new identity