April 6, 2024

Many Things Make Me Question Many Things

David, but it’s not always why

Years flying by and moments that linger

All manner of circles and spirals that hide among them

Directions on all fronts

Every useful false binary and the relationships between truth, facts, utility, information, more generally

Do we call it an economy?

We will always be back then?

But I am here and then (now) you are here.

Many words have many meanings all around your feet.

My hands are stained, there’s still that, and I prefer bar soap in a shower, but have only the slightest preference in other settings.

Remember Lava?

Like, Where do these things go, and what does it mean to me? I mean for me? Or I mean that, too.

Like lead and  read and tear.

And like stew, and hew, and steer.