renting a space

Again, She Said…

She said to herself: Thanks for renting a space in this life. Despite the scrofulous and desiccated people in this life you stayed around to witness the swirling swallows above, and their reflected pantomime in the water below—a whirlwind of life all about you. Now get some sleep and start all over again tomorrow. Your boulder always awaits you…

What I’m Reading:

“… because when nothing makes sense everything can make sense.”

— Hanif Abdurraqib / A Little Devil in America

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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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