we accidentally imagine

fifteen.

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there. emails just

arriving them be branching out

into tree, options after

options impossible to weigh we

end and that up we going we

that, looking for our

instincts but we we left them . all

these different, different

ways of we smiling we don't

know us smiled and are don't

know know why one of us smiled

amplifying across one these social

gestures amplifying across one

of us first us smiled of

joke they didn't even

nineteen.

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the corner of the room

empty except for the little

grooves in the floorboard, we

smile. the moments going and

going in such a beautiful way

that we can't take our eyes

off it, noticing just how

inconsistent things are, how blurry

and arbitrary the

differences seem between things and

people and ideas, how musical a

painting can sound the ink never

seems to dry.

thirteen.

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we wait for a few minutes

and wonder if it would be

okay for us to ask now: "is

this beautiful?" we wonder

if nobody noticed and we

watch the air just sort of move

around through the leaves. we

take another breath with the

sunlight and feel warmer.

throughs and arounds

behindingly the now nowing while

again the time continues and

stops and continues again.

circles of ink we close our eyes.

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we accidentally

imagine ourselves as having for

a head this strangely

shaped box or a bird feeder with

a triangular roof or

something similar and we are

sitting in the front passenger

seat of an old car and someone

we care a lot about asks,

who are you? and we

think for a minute, and then

another. we aren't able to answer

with anything except a held

hand, and we somehow find

ourselves caring more about them

just because they asked.

they can't answer either,

and the grip gets tighter

and they aren't making eye

contact but that's okay because

we aren't looking anyway

and we are both these

strange wooden boxes attached

to bodies, heads without

eyes which still say so much,

eyes without laughinglines

which always find new things

to smile about an itch

behind our ears, the way this

piece of paper falls on the

ground, the sound of an overhead

lamp switching on laughing

about nothing in particular

and everything in

particular, wanting to want

everything and wanting to want

nothing, to feel everything and

to feel nothing, or at

least something the grip

getting tighter and we remember

how okay it is, how

beautiful it is and how funny it is

that poetry and music might

be the same thing after

all, that hiding is okay

sometimes and being naked is okay

too, that sometimes things

lead to other things, and

sometimes they don't, and

sometimes things just happen and

they keep just happening and

they don't stop. they don't

stop and it seems like they

never will, so it starts

making sense to just accept

this and close our eyes and

smile a little but somehow

this feels impossible. we

get frustrated and start to

do things we don't want to

do, blaming other people

for things nobody had

control over in the first place

and jumping to conclusions

and making assumptions

about other people and their

intentions and what they want or

what they are afraid of. we

forget that they are us, that

their grip is getting tighter

and that nothing is okay for

them either. we remember

that their boxy head is

crying and we have been trying

not to notice. we remember

that we are all the same

person born into different

bodies, and that this is a

beautiful thing. this is a

beautiful thing.

six.

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silence and quiet now. a

small voice humming and

laughing in the other room. a

crystal or some melting snow.

behinds toward while again

around where's or why's while

leftandright shrinking silently. a

wooden creak. a scratch. all

centers things happening all

around, things just happening

and just being the way they

are. and we realize that this

is a beautiful thing. that

this is a beautiful thing.

fourteen.

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so all moving these but

so so slowly slowly but the

clock be working as usual with

and woodenbits. and the

conversation stays seems to care wind

seven.

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tangling wires into

these bizarre shapes, rugs

with strange colors and

melodies waitingly, taking deep

breaths before the speech where

we finally speak our

minds: "won't everybody

please, please stop this

cruelty? can't we see how

unnecessary it is?" some glass

window creaking under winds,

some oil spilled in a parking

lot. how again the why's and

who's before and after or some

some behind throughingly, a

manual for writers of research

papers about electrical

engineering and game theory,

complex analysis and early

marxist painting; the

walls of this place have

shoulders that are

sagging, somewhere in these

pages an actual answer to a

question that matters. a new pair

of jeans, a holiday

decoration left up for months, a

lightbulb which doesn't fit even

though we could have sworn the

size was right at the store.

color combinations making us

feel sick and wonder why we

care about the dissonance,

why we should prefer one to

the other. we conclude that

we're all just bits of air

moving with the waves of some

song we can't hear: now

banging on the wooddrums, the

thoughts and the doubts, hopes or

imaginations throwing fists at the

organ keyboard, some body of

loud waters, some

electrical structure groaning in

rains particles trapped in

the breezings, the sine

waves, the eyeballs thrown

left and right or up and down

or is that a sign of

happiness, of

peacefulness? who's to tell what's

harmony and what's dissonance?

who's to tell the words of the

song when each moment's just

a few bits of data? hard to

see the picture from a

pixel, hard to find the poem

through a word a letter an inkdot

the arounds and behinds

lost somewhere in the mix,

the breath being exhaled

before we even noticed it was

inside our bodies, each note

rising just a little higher or

just a little more like dirty

wallpaper: we ask each other where

it happened. where the

music got faster. where the

blue became green, where the

light was switched on and the

newer waves began to

interfere with things and distort

the shapes, canceling out

or multiplying or

performing more complicated

operations until the noise is noise

and the signal is noise and

the noise is still noise yet

somehow wider, more sideways

and spinningly and

uppingly and backwardly, more

harsh and out of sync, now neon

colorlines and batteries, strange

gaps in the spiral not

patterns but something about

them which makes us feel the

walls are moving further away

and the room is becoming

smaller, that one moment is

another and the second hand is

somehow different this time

around. we cannot help but go to

sleep again, this time with a

strange smile and already

looking forward to coffee. this

time with socks and a thicker

blanket. this time with the

windows open: and in comes the

cooler air.

two.

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because the longer we

stare at the details, the less

we are sure they even

matter.

twenty four.

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they and and sometimes

they are, that we go the and

and sometimes they we other

sometimes they are, and to the

sometimes. sometimes are, we

happens to the and sometimes

sometimes they, go from one to the

other trying and, one to

things happens that go from and

sometimes things are not okay, and

sometimes sometimes they are, and

we go that without even

trying and sometimes things

are not and sometimes we go

from even trying. and

sometimes things are not,, and we

go the other to the other

without okay go from one to the

other without even sometimes

things even and are, we go other

without even trying . and

sometimes even trying. and from

from the things are happens

to the sometimes without

even things things okay go

one other other without

they are, and sometimes to

the other sometimes things

they they are go even one go

from one and sometimes

without even are not they it

happens to trying , and

sometimes they are, go from one

okay, and things not okay ,

and, and without even

trying things are, and one .

okay and sometimes things

are, and one without even

trying . and sometimes things

things not okay are from one to

the without without even

trying. and sometimes without

even are not okay and

sometimes they sometimes

sometimes happens that we

sometimes are trying. even trying

sometimes sometimes things are

not okay, are, we go from one

happens one sometimes

sometimes sometimes happens that

it happens that , and go

from to trying. and

sometimes things not and

sometimes to okay and things are

are, and that one to the

without even not okay , it

happens that we go from not,

without even sometimes. and

sometimes things are not.

four.

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it's hard to speak

sometimes. we are frustrated with

ourselves for our

inconsistencies once at peace and

allowing things to be just the way

they are and want to be,

always taking action and never

taking action,

leftandrighting with the leftandright

once again wishing things

were a different way or that

the coin had landed on the

other face; we can't figure

out who we are, and we aren't

quite sure if that question

leads anywhere hard to find

the energy to say anything,

too many responses waiting

behind each option which never

seem to go anywhere

positive, anywhere that doesn't

hurt anybody or dissipate

into the grass as if nothing

had happened in the first

place and we begin to wonder if

anything actually did or does

happen or if we had somehow just

thought it all up out of some kind

of desperation and

confusion aimed at nothing in

particular, cycles going back and

forth but never quite the same

way, always surprising

somehow and adding to the

confusion and lack of any sense of

place, the feeling that we are

nowhere and the feeling that we

are getting nowhere.

eleven.

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we keep asking

questions like “will this make me

happy?” when instead it might be

more interesting to ask what

it would sound like if the

leaves on every tree were poems

written on little sheets of

paper and everybody in the

world began to read them out

loud all at the same time and

then the wind began to blow

and the poems went flying in

the air all around and

everybody just watched it happen

in complete silence we

can't help but smile a little,

and then a lot. and someone

hugs the stranger to their

left and we all begin to

laugh. we ask ourselves

another question we can't hear

because of all the wind and

poems, and that's just fine we

realize we didn't want to know

the answers anyway when

there are so many confusing

and beautiful things all

around us anyway. we just keep

laughing and grabbing poems out

of the air, sometimes

deciding to read them and

othertimes using them as napkins.

the wind, the wind is

laughing too.

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for now we don't we “can

for it for a while ?” and once

, it sticks slowmoving

sound of damp. . the smell a.

everything is so pink but it this for

a while ?” once , it does

damp. pink maybe now we ,

don't . “can while for does

from smell of damp sticks

from outside sound. we

notice how everything is a

slowmoving sound . we everything is

so slowmoving how so maybe

, but so maybe we notice

slowmoving sound . we notice

slowmoving sound how everything is

so pink don't stay don't.

“can like this “can it stay

like while ?” does. of damp

sticks from smell from outside

slowmoving sound . sticks from does

a slowmoving sound. pink

. and, it a the sticks

everything. we notice so we it stay

like this for once, smell

outside. a slowmoving sound we

remember for . remember why, but

for now we while like this

for don't. “can, for once ?”

this and, for while ?” and, it

does of damp, . slowmoving

from outside. damp sticks it

does. outside.. sticks how.

we notice how everything

remember why for now we don't.

“can it stay once, it does

damp sticks from outside..

the damp sticks from

outside notice so pink maybe we

but we remember don't for a

while ?” and, for does of damp

sticks the. how everything is

we notice maybe is so pink

how sound notice is so pink .

. a slowmoving sound. we

notice pink maybe but for don't

. stay once, the smell for

from smell of damp outside. a

slowmoving sound we so pink how

everything pink maybe why, maybe we

it ?” this now we don't. and

once, it does damp sticks

from outside . we notice is so

pink . we why,

twenty nine.

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of week, like and if

listen (we suspect nobody ) to

if were trying to write

down stop they we stop

worrying so as . we stop worrying

about we without with one with

a which bounces going

suspect happen suspect that

things just and then laugh at

think about like numbers and

about things like days of

things happening time if to

listen (we suspect nobody is )

and if listen (we suspect

nobody is ) and they were

suspect were listen nobody is )

and they trying . we stop

worrying so. we stop worrying

books and about scheduling )

about books and start

tomorrow or why in cross thing

breakfast what might be for

breakfast worrying ) and about

thinking worrying ) breakfast

tomorrow or why we one

twenty one.

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we wonder what would

make us happy, what would

make this headache go away

which keeps distracting us

from everything going on the

scratching pens and observations,

a quote out of context we

leave the incense burning

when we go to sleep even

though we know it's a fire

hazard and it puts our lives in

danger and the lives of all the

other people living above and

below us, and all of the people

we know and the people who

care about what happens to us

even though we never asked

them to. we wonder why it

should matter that something

happens to anyone, we wonder why

we care. and everything is

so quiet.

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and just like that, the

page turns for us. the next

series of random numbers fill

the screen and we begin to

imagine dots and we begin to

connect them and agree and

disagree with them, relate to

them and question them and

share them. the page glares.

we glare. everybody is

glaring and nobody is laughing

and then one of us starts

laughing, and another one of us

starts laughing, and we are all

laughing and the paper is

laughing and the inkdots are

laughing: the numbers are

laughing too.

twenty three.

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going the other room

notice the temperature

changing every moment all is

landing room glowing we on don't

. we things but we don't

care and caring about that

never made us happy, more

laughing on our blood is glowing

music just keeps going, wind

keeps little bit, and able to

what is object is the air sort

these eyes, the floorboards

and transformed of kinetic

energy pushes bits wonder wood

how squirrels climb trees

the a punchline, a sentence

clinging to one, and the fists and

violins the timer our best

pretending not ink going hear

muffled voices from the other

and we can't help but, how

piece of paper how whole we can

somehow moment things

repeating themselves we and

that's caring never have made

us more happy or feel more

sun our and the music just

going keeps pushing and we

keep see for person and how

the air these the eyes by

kind of kinetic so resonant,

how squirrels climb in the

out to joke without a a these

bricks clinging to rock after

into the the screams and the

hugs, paints violins

ticking best not to notice.

circles of ink going around on

while other room notice every

moment the sun landing on this

how and our skin moment

anything at. if are repeating

themselves perfectly feel more sun

is the music just the

around a little bit, and we keep

smiling and in an for it is what is

doing, moves around these

eyes without being absorbed

some and is and. we wonder end

it will to a punchline a

sentence. these , opinions and

falling into same, the hugs the

timer we keep of ink going

around on themselves and the

all and how the whole room is

glowing it on our skin and we

anything at all are repeating but

care perfectly okay because

caring that like on our and our

blood skin going, the and in an

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we are breathing. and we

are still breathing. one

thought and another passing by

in the street while we ask

ourselves if this is going

anywhere if we should instead be

focusing on something else like

the way the smoke is

drifting away from the incense

stick, or the sound our eyelids

make when we blink. is there a

place for rushing anymore?

the softmurmurs again,

reminding us about our breath: and

a little blue bird lands

on the windowsill. it is

singing.

sixteen.

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starts coming right on

smile when the sun back on cue

can't lines and and many lines

. we remember the still

glowing and smoke lungs we

breathe and and we we breathe. we

we we we forget to ask we we

breathe. laughing! isn't it

funny how we can't help but

smile when the sun on cue we

can't lines. we lines and that

the becoming incense is of

incense our to ask questions.

isn't isn't. laughing! smile

can't help but smile when the

starts coming shades of colors

whose and we many lines and and

so so and is still that the

stick lines we the stick lines

remember and glowing incense is

of incense is and somehow

becoming smoke our lungs lungs

breathe and breathe. we forget

breathe and we we we forget to it

smile coming back on whose

names names names we can't

remember lines and lines and so

many stick lines the we lines

the the we remember lines we

zero.

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and all at once things

are so quiet, a tiny hiss

from the walls, distant

clanging of a ventilation fan. we

breathe with the sunlight,

passing clouds causing these

little pulses in the sunglow

and somehow we feel it in our

toes even though we can't

quite tell why the wind

chooses the pitches it sings

against the window, why one

harmony should point to

another, why every story has some

sort of climax where

elements and trajectories

culminate into some bigger thing

as if we had been heading

there all along as if there

were some kind of purpose

behind the penscratches or

where this leaf decides to

fall in this rotting pile we

notice a pain in our lower back

from bad posture and some

strange sense of pressure from

the bottom of our right foot

now the ventilation fan

slowing down into a periodic

banging; we notice a coin lying on

the ground but we can't make

out which side it landed on.

do we care? is it good to

care? would it matter if we

knew? we are staring at the

coin and the coin is staring

back.

three.

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how did we get here? the

questions which keep making their

way inside our mouths as if

we never could learn from

the last time we couldn't

answer and instead only become

more unhappy and began to

throw things at the walls with

some inexpressible anger

screaming and shouting with a red

face and bulging veins,

fists again and again against

the door not even caring

what's on the other side, too

caught up with the idea of the

door being there in the first

place another why and another

if causing the lights to

flicker and the stove to begin to

smell like something is

burning so we all try to remember

what we had done in the

kitchen last but we can't

remember, and even the attempts to

remember make us shout with fewer

words, make us scream with our

fingers and pound harder and

harder on the door while the

wood is splintering here and

there and the doorframe

appears to budge this time or

that time or this time again

and again and again

twenty eight.

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really maybe the leaves

decided leaves decided or or to

grow in such or urge or felt

some need or urge to a way a way

come we know by our sitting

don't see us so or maybe they

noticed us looking away and

quietly understood that it's

say anything, that

sometimes. we don't know . and out

sight. thing glance at the and

wonder the behind us, shadow

front of us . notice how

strange looks it around into

different shapes. we try to smear

ink well so well and we that

us somehow misread a word

or note us somehow misread

a might somehow

something ,. we question the idea

of. relevancy for just

listen wind the sun warming

legs our legs could just

really we wonder if matter

sounds the, pointing toward

their destination as they as

learned the place . all and

leaving because even dams and

dams and enormous and fade

eventually things just do what they

they do what they do what they

always were always were in come

, if maybe something

really be there, that the

decided or felt some felt some

need urge to that when

branches someone so us and

quietly understood that

sometimes it's okay anything that

sometimes we sometimes that can

just be ourselves . we don't

know of sight matter, and we

glance at now we and, that the is

behind in we notice how moves it

around into hand paper so well

and remains. well and

remains perfectly legible that

make us somehow misread a us

think of something we

wouldn't but maybe technique be

better ,.. we the wind sun

warming our, really just about

anything from come this what this

this just prepare us and to

the sounds of we've

laughter conversation we've

conversation, destination to

learned about the place . events

going leaving any sort of

permanent without leaving any

sort of permanent even and

dams mark dams and and and

things just do what always try

going. we try from, whether we

it if could, the leaves

decided urge way that these. now

someone walking by now and

walking and know comes walking

by our sitting place ,

don't up so they anything us so

they or . or . or okay say not

say really out of sight

thing doesn't and we happens

which and we glance at the we is

us . we our to smear lead

sticks to well so well legible

were hoping

twenty five.

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. every repetition

listening. every repetition

accurate, a. best to pretend we

aren't we. with little faster

and little more getting,

faster little more faster and

outside pretend we more we more

accurate little more accurate, a

repetition getting a every

repetition getting we aren't

accurate, little more getting

more accurate, with fewer

heated aren't listening.

little getting best to pretend

we aren't listening.

every repetition getting a

little getting a aren't to do to

heated while outside becoming

heated while to pretend little

more a a conversation going

on the conversation

outside becoming our while

listening. every repetition

getting and with fewer the

conversation heated while the

conversation a more accurate, faster

and outside becoming

heated while we do our best to a

every repetition listening a

with accurate, a repetition

faster and with. a little

faster and the conversation

outside becoming on the

conversation going on outside

becoming heated while we do

heated best going the on we do

our best do our best to

pretend we best to pretend we

aren't listening we best to

pretend we to pretend we aren't

listening. every repetition

accurate

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quietingly, the

softmurmurs not trying to say

anything in particular or

convince anyone of anything,

prefering to let things just exist

the way they are and stay the

same when they need to stay

the same and change when

they need to change, or not

even need to stay the same or

need to change but maybe

instead want to stay the same or

want to change, or rather: it

just happens. it just

happens, and it keeps just

happening. the softmurmers not

even speaking about what's

going on or what's not going on

but instead just

mentioning about whatever is on

their mind at that moment,

letting it out and letting it go,

the sound waves not

disappearing but echoing off a

thousand surfaces and every

blade of grass, split and

muffled and distorted and

echoed until they sound like

dead trees, the sun pushing

the waves around a little

through the screen door, gnats

in the air just sort of

moving around.

twenty six.

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fall which not going the

way maybe point into the

point.. sneaking into the and

and interactions again.

the ideas and and ideas

permeating a smile just happens..

it all of sort of things

making things,, shapes

themselves up behind behind the

geometries seem to fall in we be the

sneaking and interactions

concrete. spray into into the.

spray into into the thoughts

again . spray all these colors

concrete, spray paints all these

colors and ideas smile. and

happens into other other of

making each and relationships

in in. fall which always

seem to fall direction. but

be the point

twenty seven.

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on purpose of if on own a

moment and feel our bodies,

outside our like are and for a

bodies we are floating might

outside might be warm warm warm

enough. we this stinging

sensation small came from along

the paint every freckle a

behind someone it on purpose

thirty.

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changed or really

changes we ask ourselves in and

we begin to then we begin to

we see why we. laugh. are it

minute second which so, think

we are able we and to are

able to read bad we laugh we

laugh wonder be nothing ever

really changes and we: “who and

we are. begin laugh and

then begin to. can't we see it

every minute our minute or

second minute or second, so so,

so much like like we can't

with the moment at or and we

laugh what be and we laugh. we

anything changed over these

years nothing ever really

nothing really changes and

changes in “who are we ?” are

unable to answer. and then

begin then we begin and we

begin laugh, and laugh we see

seems like every minute or

ears, so much think of

question begin with to with at

with at to read to read bad

laugh and we, and we laugh bad

handwriting, and we if anything

really changes. we changes we

reject the question in return:

answer. and then we begin to

laugh, and laugh see why these

aimless in so it a when place when

it seems like every minute

every minute or second

question comes so much more

important like why we or how or we

are able to. how we laugh and

we we wonder what if

nothing. reject the ask

unexpected question in changes:

“who are answer. we don't

then we laugh see why so

aimless are so questions are the

first place when it place when

place the first place when

question comes to ears or

seventeen.

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marbles in a glass bowl,

not going anywhere in

particular seeming to wonder where

the birds get their

melodies, their strange rhythms

tinkling or rubbing cardboard.

the dark bottle looking

right back, eyes glimmering

so loudly with the

sunlight or fluorescent

flickerings or uncharged

batteries. the lithium looking for

water. how's this different?

asking between colorshades

and subject matter like it

were important or something

or something or something

or anothersong

thismomentingly or an old box of cereal,

casting shadows longer than

expected somehow while the light

reflects in its own color onto the

walls and the nearby desk

surface, papers scattered from

months before piled over each

other, some important some not

so much, some with colors

and blindly drawn

paintings and some printed out

from an old black and white

laser jet printer, whatever

that means, whatever those

meaning.

twenty two.

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we . smile at the

windchimes and we hear we feel not

warmer but but okay more okay

feel not warmer but but .

slantingway another not ? time lean

ears closer trying but

notice to notice . and just

breathe for we pause and breathe

for we pause a while. where

again the thisthat , by again

and again crackling a while

thirty one.

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names for or have don't

recognize we for had a and colors;

we are not a few shuffling a

down is we haven't seen in a in

a long time ago we back the

sun came is from sound left

back on back fans we

themselves the galaxies the their

own, wondering it,

hurtling will finally stop for a

against which whyhow and

growing, shapes never leading

to situations expect in

situations where in situations

where things to don't have

don't

eighteen.

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systems all around us

and our lives fracturing

breaking apart piece by piece as

we keep trying to glue

things back together with

words and theories and poems

and cathedrals

architectures in the mind and and later

in concrete, we begin to

feel jittery as we realize we

haven't stood up in hours, this

chair and its arms a little too

narrow, pressing against the

sides of our skulls, plurals

and singulars not having so

much significance to us now

when the lights are

flickering so subtly. we pray but

don't know who we are praying

to who we are praying for,

what we want, what we should

want. fading. fading.

ten.

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we ask ourselves some

question we can't hear, muffled

because our heads are

underwater, this cold sensation

pressing on our foreheads while

we feel our socks becoming

heavy, cottonfibers grabbing

skin and dragging behind our

feet, cold passing between

our toes. maroon painted

walls and a thick sweater,

crinkling plastic bag full of

snacks. we notice it is becoming

later every moment, and that

as soon as we count one

number there is another in

front of that, always room for

another one or zero or eighty

seven or pencilcase

dirtyshoe, these power outlets

rusting over even though we

can't see where the water

could have come from fading in

the carpet telling which

way people walk most

without asking why they walk it

so often when it seems

there are so, so many other

ways to go and that this way

isn't even the easiest or most

efficient or beautiful or

surprising: they are taking the path

because it is the path they take,

and we can't help but

laughalittle at how beautiful that is

not to say that one is better

than another or that anyone

is wrong for going the way

they do or that we think we are

better than going that

particular way to the couch, but

that we know in the end we are

going to go that way too and

that's just fine. it's just as

good an option as any so we

don't see a reason why not it's

beautiful enough and it's

surprising enough and that itself

may be the most beautiful

and surprising thing of all

at the moment.

twelve.

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we never seem to notice

the changes until they've

already happened. or at least

they are well into

happening. we wonder why that is:

the clouds evaporating and

the sun coming out, the air

getting so slightly warmer; a

single row of bricks painted a

different color. who the behinds

through before how's and where

when whenever the

againagain the words repeatingly

as we notice a little

cottonfluff drifting toward us. it

sticks to our ink, and we ask

again where meaning comes

from. a million coins being

thrown every instant, fields

of possibility so

terrifyingly wide staring us in the

eye so intensely we have to

look away and we notice this

little bug just flying around,

landing, and flying around

again. flying, landing, and

flying around again.

we accidentally imagine

by andrew yoon

we accidentally imagine

by andrew yoon

fifteen.

nineteen.

thirteen.

eight.

six.

fourteen.

seven.

two.

twenty four.

four.

eleven.

twenty.

twenty nine.

twenty one.

one.

twenty three.

nine.

sixteen.

zero.

three.

twenty eight.

twenty five.

five.

twenty six.

twenty seven.

thirty.

seventeen.

twenty two.

thirty one.

eighteen.

ten.

twelve.