Lapham Peak, Wisconsin; Halloween, 2018.

“Hunger, hunger is the purest sin;

It is an empty church in a crowded bin.

I’ve wept and I’ve stumbled

I’ve fought and I’ve craved

For the gravy of your soul,

But all I want to do now is walk among the

Barren trees in fields of snow.”

—Susanne Sundfør: “White Foxes”

“I remember no place for me to hide

Before you came home at night.

And I remember you turnin’ out the lights

All I ever saw was the red in your eyes.

No big surprise.”

- Devendra Banhart

“You may’ve bought the gun,

But I made my own powder.”

(RMS, 8-8-21.)

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.

One year ago is still yesterday.

(RMS, 10-16-21.)

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 

Yes. Yes, in-fucking-deed.