You may have long since left me.


This weekend was spent up til sunrise, and it was good. I don't know if God saw it, but it was good.


I went to a museum and listened to Liam Neeson narrate my IMAX black hole experience. Then I had a cream cheese and chicken sub and talked about vinyl and chunky peanut butter. Mmmm.


Loose, night pinned up around the corners of the tent. Examining the world like you might a limb (absently, intimately) Surely someone has come by here before.