AUTHOR.CALHO: If I didn't write it, I would be hitch hiking cross country to Maine and then Alaska in that order. While taking frequent breaks to spread leaflets. And sit in diners. And write on things because I wasn't at a computer. I may still do that in a few years. Writing this also helps me forget about and better understand the limitations of being human, and keeps me busy enough to allow me no free time to burn the world down.

THEMATIC.ABOUT : Collapse often. The things that hold people together and hold them apart and scatter brains. The things that make thoughts go boom. The things that ooh and aah and [expletive deleted]. Sometimes poking around the margins where responsibility ends and the only one to look to is the Original Equipment Manufacturer and say "but, I already pressed 9 for more options and the menus are exactly the same. Can you just replace it?" The answer will be: "please hold." Sometimes hanging out in dark corners. Sometimes following the train tracks. Looking for ways out and ways in and all the while sharing the things seen and heard and done and drawn and written and scorched and healed and teased and caged and dreamed along the way.

8/21/16

That Instant

standing inside a place of commerce, waiting in line for what you need to purchase to keep your spaceship afloat and thinking about the sharpest loop around the sun to dock it at your orbital station, you overhear conversation and consume and catalog and diagram and highlight and bullet point them, wishing they understood what you were doing so that you could feel some sort of guilt and heat of the perverse window watcher instead of feeling wreaking anxious havoc as though if you tilted your head 29 degrees either way, a jeweler or museum caterer's tome of notes, a pair of bifocals, a monocle, a steam eye piece, a taxidermist's blade, or a lens for reading fine print,will not clatter to the plastic tile floor and rattle until it settles flat.
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