Houston, TX - 07.01.12
Portland. Seattle. Portland. Houston. Birmingham. Tuscaloosa. Birmingham. Portland. This is an insinuation of the past into the future. Mud on my ankles from Oregon. Piss on my shoes from Seattle. Coffee from Houston. Decaffeinated. Creamy. What I notice everywhere is the quality of the green in the landscape. Its imposition on the other colors. Gasping for language, or sensation. Gasping for sensation, or penetration into the mind, milky and mute in the shroud of its caul.
