à midi
How do you play a game if you don't know the rules? C'est un jeu interdit, ces déchets européens. Let the bag fill up completely. How?
It's noon on Saturday. I made cinnamon rolls and lit incense. I watch the smoke swirl through a box of light in the kitchen. I never was too good with adjectives. My thoughts pulled by more than just left and right, à la fois anglais et française. Tu me manques, déjà.
But I have things to do. Structuralist interpretations, realist critiques of romantic works. The academy fights heroically against anxiety in the race against time, chez moi. Off handed comments of pills provided to fix what isn't broken. Creativity spawns productivity, but nowhere leads to nowhere. Why does c-a-t mean cat? Because it doesn't mean anything else. Doesn't analysis exist for further understanding?
It's the Tegan and Sara of front porches. I can't sit where they sat, but I want to understand why sitting happens. I'm going where I used to, to sit and let it all wash off.
I got that backpack I've always wanted. I'll send you a picture as soon as it arrives.
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