that. a new city is possibility, not a double-take on reality. on a plate lies faces, faces, faces. and you choose whom you want to wake beside, whom you want to lunch with, whom you want to regret, whom you want to admire and move on. and whom you never want to see again.
yes, it’s stitches. my sister’s friend yesterday remarked over tea that their is nothing but the here and the now and the being here right now and this is true. stretching your mind further than this is to exercise a life that is not yours, for it is not the present, it is a dream. which you 