It is very hard to imagine not existing.
To imagine nothingness.
Today is Jan 6th 2008.
Two days of snow shut down London.
Every time I roll up the blinds they roll back down.
I’m looking for new ways to bring in the warmth.
Fog headed and crawling among rocks.
A rewiring is always on the horizon.
I want to work with language.
I’m eager to get back into Wonderland.
I like thinking of all the small bones that make a bird fly
all the small books that make a life.

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