Wednesday, April 29, 2020

This is here

I'm not alone and do not imagine very well that I am, or what that would be like. I envision general and specific aspects, but they are not united in the continuum of living. There is a better word than that. I am too lazy to think of it. Imagination lacks the banal thoroughness of the moment, or it can. It is this instant that has warped from recognition, still beset by then and when