i think it's fair to say that this thing here is now over.

february

about three days of the year i regret. today is all brisk
wind and elementary particles, vanilla bean at $9 piecemeal
and roast beef slowly realizing itself in the oven. some
college boys were trying to fly a kite in the street last
night and the wash of the light made their voices sound like
the 1970s. shadows from naked tree limbs dance across this
screen here - probably not on yours, though? that is part of
it all, i suppose.