missing is honest. a week ago, only miles away we were untravelable. — after cataclysm, we sat down across my table [strategically]; acknowledging our broken infrastructure. having only been dismantled of boredom and spite, we decided to rebuild. — we climbed down into rubble pit of that “us”. two hoarders sorting through desolate pieces kept “just in case we might need our ‘We’ one day.” … Continue reading Tell Me In The Streets