a quiet and empty ghost's maze architected flimsy plastic 탈 worn outside to hide ourselves from onlookers from the building across Outdoor screening of a "signal film" featuring a speedily edited version of some One's work, accoladed watermarks scrolling
tuplace to write on the net
dhwif on this day a chance encounter drifting muscle cars or the weightlessness of light
validation from whom
all the magic in the world are like sweet balls and the tiniest possible flowers
spinning down from heaven, flower petals from a wilt, too much has vanished