I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

much more tactility

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

all that is to say

and the fake qualifier