Status Updates From Meditaciones en una emergen...

'River' and "For Grace After a Party.'... ouchie ouchie

Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.

“My eyes are vague blue, like the sky, and change all the time”

“I am always looking away. Or again at something after it has given me up. It makes me restless and that makes me unhappy, but I cannot keep them still. If only I had grey, green, black, brown, yellow eyes; I would stay at home and do something. It's not that I'm curious. On the contrary, I am bored but it's my duty to be attentive,”

“One need never leave
the confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishes-I can't even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there's a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life.”

Les Etiquettes jaunes

I picked up a leaf
today from the sidewalk.
This seems childish.

Leaf! you are so big!
How can you change your
color, then just fall!

As if there were no
such thing as integrity!

You are too relaxed
to answer me. I am too
frightened to insist.

Leaf! don’t be neurotic
like the small chameleon.

Idk what nonsensical sunlit bouncy castle I've just found myself in, but I am so excited.