i feel stretched; i am constantly attempting to build elaborate-simple bridges between generalities and specifics. i am clearly sailing toward the horizon in search of the earth's edge, my mind's cliff. a step back. sometimes i want to be specifically poetic, muted and careful.

i wish that each of my photographs would become unfamiliar for a few moments, at least until i might focus on each image as new and soft and essentially meaningless until i attach something to it. paperclipping meaning. strings of polaroids fading in the sun.

i didn't even notice i was listening to two songs at once five minutes ago. one slid harmoniously under the other. shallow breaths.feline.