January 2011
3 posts
i stop and look back at the world and i can’t figure out what piece goes where. this puzzle is completing itself, but what picture is it putting together? at what point do the jigsaw lines line up and meet us at a symmetry i can comprehend?
see, i try, to take this dripping feeling and diagnose it’s disease, but all the paints come out in convoluted colors, prose that seeks an...
