Back before we were all bathed in glowy, glow of 0110111101101110011001010111001100100000011000010110111001100100001000000111101001100101011100100110111101110011 we were bathed in mangled trees; lignocellulosic fibrous material; paper. Hard copy. My parents sent me a box of personal history in the mail awhile back and I have been looking through it a little bit here and there. Scraps of stories, dream diaries, poem fragments: the work …
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Postcard from my subconscious
{ wish you were here }
Keeping the Viva
{ bright the eye } This week was a lost one. So much time went to dealing with Mexican Independence Day celebrations during a heatwave. It was like early July all over again. Except more uncomfortable. I lost writings because the electronics couldn’t deal with the temperatures in the house. My work laptop kept overheating.I …