Will Occur As Time Grows More Open

Things Can Harden Meaningfully In The Moment Of Indecision

I Am Often Asked Why I Write, And I Don't Know Really--i Just Want To.

It Is Written In The Book Of Usable Minutes That All Things Have Their Center In Their Dying.

I Tried Each Thing, Only Some Were Immortal And Free.

You Stupefied Me. We Waxed, Carnivores, Late And Alight In The Beaded Winter. All Was Ominous, Luminous.