March 28, 2015
I play reckless games with words and files copying them over one another. I should be more careful somehow because it seems to be important to save every nuance. There are endless variations of things that seem to be. They only seem that way. I am only outlining experiments, perhaps one experiment. I call it an experiment because that way I can be whimsical. I am moving. I bounce and those clouds are lined up between and above my feet. With care, I can trace the horizon with the tips of my toes. I can outline hotels on the beach.