on time

i recently re read slaughter house five, and was thinking a lot about time, and how everything is always happening, and how an event would be backwards, or a catastrophic event backwards, like the bombs being sucked back into the planes.

stange

on the grassy hill at penland there was a real, shaggy llama eating grass next to a newspaper fake llama that kind of looked like a pinata. it stood on very stiff legs on top of the hill.

I was thinking a lot about being home, and how every time I come home my dad washes my sheets and makes my bed for me, and inevitably I get a phone call from someone warning me that due to this project or that there will be piles of stuff in my room. so it never looks the same, but my bed is always made.

a familiar drive

I was thinking a lot about home a familiarity. I recorded the drive from my house to anton's. my favorite part is where there is this giant red boat parked on the sidewalk, a gas station on either side of the street, both looking worn. The boat is tilted on the uneven ground, and is just this giant beached vessel, balancing its weight on the concrete sidewalk. at night is is usually a little foggy and the yellow lights from the street lamps make it look really beautiful. it always looks so big and so solitary, but also really strange that a giant red boat is parked on the sidewalk. it's for sale.

I was telling everyone about the blop in the cabinet. when you bake something and it overflows and there are funny shaped blops of cake or whatnot on the side. when we were in germany, auntie evelin baked a cake and i went into the cabinet to look for something and the blop was sitting there on a plate, saved for something, and it stayed there all week. it might still be there.

at a reststop in virginia a boy is shooting at the highway

a worm on my table

the drive to nc, somewhere in the shenendoah valley, reedeem your worship coins here

a day on martha's vineyard

i dug through the sand and found things, but then i deleted the video
and somebody lost their keys
the moon from the ferry