Tuesday, May 28, 2013

drifting on the echoes of the hours

last week luca found two drowned birds in the pond and i unfriended a vampire. this week molly won a writing prize.

i want to walk an endless hallway - not so narrow that it feels closed-in and not so empty that it feels monotonous. i picture it sparcely touched with cy twombly's paintbrush, the ground shifting imperceptibly from clean cold tiles to sun-baked stone. a playlist of sorrowful songs from just before the time i was conceived - sibylle baier, nick drake, king crimson - the melancholy sway will propel me forward in an eternity of longing.