i keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me
by Stephen Michael McDowell
distance is perceptual and not conceptual when you consider where and what and how [close we are to each other] i wonder sometimes if a human viewed from a small enough space is globular in shape and its limbs, extensions, and manipulabile faculties, needlessly aroused by flailing and bumping around against each other, are insignificant compared to the magnetism of our brains what if a horizon is just two brains bashing against each other |