March 13, 2019
Instagram broke today.
I put my consciousness in this.
Everyone is freaking out, burning, seething, worrying, hating when it could be a moment to totally depress, as a finger into wet dough, with a mix like this, smooth, cool, lush, soft, slow as any seeping.
Technological failure is always highly symbolic.
I could wait in the doorway and watch the sunlight sweep the dust from the floor.
I could write a letter and keep it in a drawer.