everything else: 01.01.2024
dear internet,
as i lay in bed with a coffee three strings of geese flew overhead, unseasonal. this time last year i was on a bus in spain making a promise to myself that i would manage to keep. today is for trying to find a balance between overdetermination—this day is, after all, any other day—and intent—why not start as you mean to go on. here's a poem.
love,
t
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