You Found Me

The Return of the herd by Charles Sprague Pearce (1851–1914)

"Well, and what's cheese? Corpse of milk."

James Joyce

Yes. Yes, in-fucking-deed.

Fortuity.

“Said one observer on Gallatin Road, about three-quarters of a mile north of the storm, ‘The tornado cloud was first observed while watching the unusual hail, which fell prior to the storm. The cloud approaching from a westerly direction appeared like a huge inverted cone moving rapidly across a light-colored background of rain, looking very much similar to a shadow moving across a motion picture screen.’”

https://www.weather.gov/ohx/nashvilletornadomarch1933

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.

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 

If you find someone who can forgive all your bullshit, the least you can do is try to forgive them.

Saga, Vol. 4, Chapt. 23

“She always cut her hair

so he couldn’t tear that out, too.”

(RMS, 7-16-22.)

The Courtroom Funeral: April 16th, 2021

“You, I did it all for you. Do you know who I am? Do you know just what to do? Now you're all that I have, Is it fair to love me, too?

You, it hurts because of you. And I'll kiss you through a hazmat suit, That's what I'll do if I have to.

You seem to know who I am, As though you know just what to do. Now you're all that I have, Is it fair to love me, too?

And you, I did it all for you.”

--“If I Don’t Have To,” Keaton Henson

Large Dead Leaf No. 2 (1966) by Eliot Hodgkin