"I prefer ordinary life above all other things." Bhanu Kapil
Thursday, November 4, 2010
orange and black for three solid days, remembering Dooger's Little League games and how I planted M&M trees by crushing them in to the dirt behind the dugout with my tennis shoes. A split persimmon flooded with red wax, an orange scarf gets me a long trail of honks like geese going wild, revving it up the hills. And altars with pale lilac parasols. There are no winter folds to tuck all these crowds into, this marigold rush. It's still summer in November, the nights are tricked into staying short, but singed on the edges, with sage and cotton candy.
, where this blog lives now. because it can be read and posted to through that app, one-handed, on my back, by a body of water, or in the cool olive green light above my mattress. This is articulation my spine had not dreamed of before.
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My blog lived on Tumblr for a minute
because it is so much easier to access from my phone.
fallinginrealtime.tumblr This is the feed.
No, I don't like it. I can't add another virtual box. I'll make due with Twitter.