Jan 10 

light, flash, light of flash light, shine spill onto a secret sigh, a rumor, a larger reality. are you glad to be remembered? a souvenir of a unified field. an instrument, a system of thinking. this is a formation of a value of lovability. i stand here greeted by your enthusiastic comments/ your side glances and sideway eyes. i stand here selective, incomplete, inconsistent, out of reach. how is it one o clock on the dot. think of it open what a fine thing. the sole business in life, ornamental furniture lighting a connectivity of touching my life without falling back. in the bag a copy of a recipe i have never learned to be plainly and openly part of a transmission of dialogue a suburb a childhood. this is not nostalgia retreat to the willed structure windswept horizontal kinetic pleasure knowing by any other name revisit and review the melancholy memory you screw yourself up and before and gentle and before and necessity and before place of what is to come.