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For some reason, she hadn’t realized before that leaving meant leaving something behind. This was a gouging…a formidable excavation. Perhaps the true fault in our nature is believing that these coinciding and colliding lives are intrinsically meaningful. Or perhaps it’s our greatest asset. Oh, but to be able to let go of it all, regardless.

RMS, 3/26/2015

“You may’ve bought the gun,

But I made my own powder.”

(RMS, 8-8-21.)

The Anthem:

“My city's still breathing, but barely, it's true Through buildings gone missing like teeth The sidewalks are watching me think about you Sparkled with broken glass

I'm back with scars to show Back with the streets I know Will never take me anywhere but here

The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand The strangers whose faces I know We meet here for our dress rehearsal to say I wanted it this way

Wait for the year to drown Spring forward, fall back down I'm trying not to wonder where you are

All this time Lingers, undefined Someone choose Who’s left and who’s leaving

Memory will rust and erode into lists Of all that you gave me A blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest The best parts of lonely

Duct-tape and soldered wires New words for old desires And every birthday card I threw away

I wait in 4/4 time Count yellow highway lines That you're relying on to lead you home That you're relying on to lead you home That you're relying on to lead you home.”  

--“Left And Leaving,” The Weakerthans 

—Virginia Woolf

The Selk: two years free, flowing, and floating.

(RMS, 8-31-2022.)

Banishment.

(RMS, 6-8-22.)

High school senior photos deserve makeovers as they age alongside us. Proof of evolution.

I have my Guide’s eyes now. Homage.

#Photo Lab Filters and Time Travel.