My life unravels
as thread from a spool.
I tie a knot for each memory
and it is woven into a universal fabric
I will never see.
StableDiffusion
So, tell me, sky, why the secrets?
What lies beyond the horizon where the infinite unravels?
My daughter made this for me.
Is Tumblr still a thing? Is any of this real?
Had a nice sit down with the universe today. It said it would try to do better.
I don’t get many likes, but when I do…
Phone cameras are nice. But we’ve lost something in the ease. There is a fiery moment that triggers the excavation of a traditional camera from a bag or pocket, the frenzied tuning of settings and focus, to capture the fading photo hanging just there in the air, like the rescue of a master painting licked by flames in a burning museum.
