the diacritics (dada tanka @ n+7)

i cavil and caw
i eat yams in a yashmak

you cough wrath unmasked
you backhand a cedilla

the diacritical—we

What I’m Reading:

“Sometimes, when I catch myself emptying a bucket of my own shit, butchering a deer, shifting manure in the pissing rain, or doing any of the thousand other small things which make up my life—things that, at other times, would have seemed hare-brained, unethical, absurd—a feeling of ‘how the hell did I get here?’ comes over me. This was never part of the programme. Like everyone, I had dreams of success and the good life, but somewhere along the track, a place I can’t quite put my finger on, the definition of those words began to change, and my life with it.”

— Mark Boyle / Long Way Home: Tales from a life without technology