Landscape May 28, 2014 12:23:27 PM – 12:25:21 PM

Nothing is deeper than the skin. The chair I sat on creaked in the sun. The intimacy in writing. The lights lighted.

I get the day going, writing quietly. I found a line somewhere under my bookcase. About the transformation of the landscape and the white sky and the sea’s tints of grey.

Were these lines really real? The mad sky. Incomprehensible sentences to dress up in.