We do not respect what we don’t make with our hands— / we are selfish that way.

Control: the intention of nothing, of choosing the wrongs as it has been defined from the outside. Also the precipice of old movies as old value constantly repeats; the choice is nothing as Swereda recurves the world while building upon powerlessness in a new surrounding — every time the blank piece of paper, every thing a beginning, everything a nothing. - Freke Räihä

Raven / flew / flew / flew / a black tear / in the stuff / of sky.

Slash / Returning to the cabin he takes one glance backwards / At sky and sunlight pouring through the trail he’s just cut

Begin by standing in the loosestrife and describing the way the dirt feels on your feet.

Inhalations. Exhalations. Soft sighs.