moths keep on coming…


There wasn’t any friction during the Mother’s Day conversation, except about the use of capital letters and hyphens — there was a heated discussion there. “Excessive uses! Much too much!” one of us said.

Hang up.

There is no equitable fashion. There is no forgetting. I wrote nothing by design of distraction. By watching Python, Dreyer, Wenders, and Herzog all day long. Nothing but this at the eleventh hour.

How do we stay safe in this combusting world?

How tired are we of being cooped up without viable alternatives?

This is better than nothing — although I did kill 5 or 6 moths today.

They just keep coming…

— Sigrid Nunez / The Friend

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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