The tree cannot flee the fast-approaching Fall.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Day: September 20, 2019
Caveat: Interbirthday
My birthday was last Sunday. Arthur’s is this coming Monday. Halfway between, last night, is our “interbirthday.” Being economical sorts, we celebrated once for both of us. He got me a cake. I got him a cake. It was the same cake.
Caveat: Poem #1146 “A poem hostile to the reader”
lines displace surfaces manifesting into abstractions and hypotheticals painting obscure paradigms which distort representations and make you want to stop reading this