to tc : meditations on home / the return
And the train pulled in and I was off, automatically going through the motions of transferring to the metro and navigating metro maps in my brain that I didn't realize were still there.
home, home, home, home, my heart murmured gently in time with the deep rattleclackroar of the metro. you're home again.
to john : august impressions
A love letter of sorts, in brief impressions and colors
to jacob : a postcard
You don't come to live here unless the delusion of a reality shaped around your desires isn't a strong aspect of your personality. A reality shaped around your own desires — there is something sociopathic in that ambition.
jacob
Here, I found you.