all of a sudden the ruin of possibilities and novelty

to remember that once, none of this mattered—wildlife and acanthus leaves in your mouth, as long as there is wealth to be made.

i owe you an explanation—the semblance of orange skyline without city. have you learned from its elaborate arcs, enough to act differently this time?

change is sometimes gradual, but yesterday was the end of showers. the means by which people interfere—i envy your confidence.

nothing grows, and nothing moves—an indication that only certain types of love are frenetic. “peculiar things have happened; they remind me of you.”