I have this to say, Something was going to happen and then it did. Our gestures exceeded the speed of light. They were practical efforts. Practical efforts, such as raising chickens. Such as, someone buying many hotels! Such as, standing and standing. Processing information in your sleep. When you build a fire in the snow it’s a speculative treatment of certain problems. I feel better when I feel better. Let me explain the agreement. Or else you explain impossible colors. Impossible colors are a catastrophic visual failure and not impossible. Not a ship sinking. A shore out of shape. Some things will get lost. A neck. The circle running. A true yellow blue. There are always competing signals from one system to another. There are options regarding the ice. We can lick it or cross it. Further information when you want it. Information always blinking. A chime that rang. I fluctuate by night. I fluctuate by night. In my head is a station where you practice landing.
I Am Asking You To Look At Me, Touch Me, Talk To Me — Emily Pettit