Alive and mostly well, still contradicting my self on purpose, yes I am, not entirely, unserious at times. photos mine unless otherwise noted.
Used book store hot day
Smells of dry rustling
Libraries, autumn soundsindulgent imaginings under
Grey Blue Black
punched tin ceiling, ominous sky
I didn’t wear my glasses so I couldn’t read the ads that bombard
I did not imbibe the latest news about the largest problems facing
Each generation scars their children differently
to align them, fix them in time
Successive waves of parents conclude to leave a certain set of marks
Asking for directions from a doorman
We are in the basement level of a children’s hospital, it is poorly lit, sometimes an alarm explodes with sound and flashing lights, it is quickly muted each time by one of the older men in fashionable shoes and expensive suits.