i’ve been looking for clues walking the streets after dark reveals another world of off-coloured lights and strange mis-remembered memories as i search the maps small whorls appear leading me in and out of high- and low-pressure zones a rush of thoughts and a passing train rattles my head in the morning different shadows appear cast in odd directions a message from the ocean? i can’t decipher this not yet »
i have no relationship with the moon it comes and goes in my life like any other thing once in a while i might say to her “hey, go and have a look, it’s really big tonight” and she’d reply with a bone-dry “yeah, whatever.” well. as long as the sun shines, i might get by. but i’ll still think about the moon once in a while. »
when the question finally comes you’ll forget your answer and then the darkness will roll in unannounced. whatever happens just keep moving. »
locations change the confusing new mixed with old requirements paths appear under wires my new transit the thing i feel the most each day one night the towers hum to me but the next a large bird stares right into my eyes »
Sunday mornings before too many people are up and about I escape into the quiet lonely places of my surrounding suburbs places once so foreign to someone like me from some other part of town but for seven years they’ve been home we breathe together these streets and I. »