It comes about that the drifting of these curtains
is full of long motions; as the pnderous
Deflations of distance; or as clouds
Inseparable from their afternoons;
Or the changing of light, the dropping
Of the silence, wide sleep and solitude
Of night, in which all motion
Is beyond us, as the firmament,
Up-rising and down-falling, bares
The last largess, bold to see.
– Wallace Stevens, The Curtains in the House of the Metaphysician, 1919
Twyla Skeggs is my fave.
Serenity Now child.
Read a yoko ono piece about sending moon smells.
Panang chicken curry for dinner. With flowers.
When the only Asian in the subway car sees you and walks all the way across the car to stand unnaturally close to your body.
I just dont know.
Venus retrograde is bullshit. Should I get this hat yes or no.