March 17, 2021

🛏️ 03.16.21

Ceiling thoughts, which often end up as fodder for dreams: secondhand joy, genesis narratives, paraphernalia, angels that boogie, remembering a face you've never met, warm soymilk, prismatic light, a wall papered with postcards, non-places, the way people solve problems, roots pushing out of sidewalks.

Waking up is less a chore nowadays, more of a joyful stumbling. How will I carry my dreams into the too-bright world? Will I buckle under the weight? Will I plant my feet and stick the landing?

—P