Landscape May 27, 2014 2:42:10 PM – 2:44:04 PM

And yet, was it the big systems I feared?

Days. Weeks.

While I read your sentences, you wrote further into yourself. Birds flapping in the clinking of the diode night. Nothing is deeper than the skin? The lime. Sand eyes. The techno of the northern lights, you sing, is the foreign language.

The chair wobbles.