On a day like this, a moderate day

What hours chart on flat-screen clocks

Not by broil of light nor balmy wind.

I know, I know

There’s a world in there out here

Encasing rapt flitting towards

nothing to despair.

To ask for more depth and significance on the minutiae of life

the moment of one brassica 2012

meeting another brassica 2024

it became something real

you don’t know that you have chosen

所以说心酸是因为在乎曾经的自己曾经在乎的人事物

哪怕是一丁点的、过去的、停留在那时的、

桀骜、不驯、莽撞、不知天高地厚、

或是天真、美好、青春。

算不上是遗失，也不一定怀念，

可就是会鼻子一酸。

突然记得原来生活还就是生活。

而我依然是我。

would i do it again i don’t know because there is no again and that’s the thing when i could do a close to again i did the same thing again even if i do over it’s a do over not truly again but maybe mileage kilometre-age and we’re smart so we get better like google maps did and solved these great problems but then there are new problems so there isn’t forever and scarcity imposes beauty on death and the unknown sudden steers away like 阎连科 said 人生总是有很多不得不在中途打住的事

messy all of this is all over the place like wretched spider webs hanging low in a park with high human traffic

it just is and i am here

a menace a menace a menace

outline hate and oh that’s a strong word but hurting can heal and protect so slovenly malice and jolting danger and bullying unkind and calculated slights pain because imagined empathy even for a blip is ghastly and gross without any notice or expectation of consent this life of a bearable lightness of being is otherwise not discernible from a nice insulated greenhouse like truman shook it off

let it go flush flush up up and away

flowers and waving in the window crumbs of pastry strewn across the table said i got to be here with you and them and i’m sorry i’m not for sure sorry i took risks with all of you but you are all so lovely and i adore you just the way i am and you are happiest after understanding and remembering some unhappiness and the second you were here you were you and we were us and it stopped being just about me

i bought the idea of money buying happiness because there is white rabbit and then gold glitter chrome nails parsley scented hand soap fresh massive blooms in a air-conditioned space and toffee nut lattes and repairing shoes today and movies and books

why will i be because i cannot sketch heartbreak

in here so many lovely things and people even if the world is ending pause a while

despite all, i give thanks today to spotify, and i have forgotten the rest, oh maybe e-books

be afraid if necessary 风风火火

multiverse

I know, I know. Those lost to forever —

or not, for sure, that sort of, ish, maybe, kind of

forever comforted in the expiry dates,

factory line, regulating exhausting perceived plans numbers two zero two

one up to scratch

a chaos of categories —

so relief! in the determined (for real) or truly deleted; no matter, still, i

clouding limbo or you held somewhere, hiding, cheating, repenting, paying inconsistent

and inaccurate

but unknown to me so that’s that

Spring. Spring. Spring.

decay is bloody wet and new for

Golden tomorrow is the aged, and the decadent, declining full moon

Declining invitations, so as to attend to

outstaying those inevitable goodbyes and welcomed

Home sweet home

“昨天我两岁。”

I guess I can tell when you are in love, with the idea of being in love with it.

If I could paint the sky with stars and

use words like infinitesimal yet

I still would not know how

it took what it took, for those who travelled (by shuttle), to the moon

But maybe only why.

A timed pocket of decay

We twist, along, twirling, turns, actualising

Ultimata issues diagrams

beautiful obsession unto us

prick a higher, high, higher being

Her porcelain rabbit perched. By

Her well to quench and drown

sickly soured overripe Garcinia fruit in mid-autumnal mornings

Pouring it all down, away to nowhere, it all

becomes one way or another

composing underneath this equatorial reality

While we make,

happening

plans happen. Wax-waning in Her perfect time, and only hers.