the childhood inside us

Glancing Back

Is tracing the past
always like laying one's hands against glass?




Glass can break, cut.
Blood runs thin, until it coagulates.

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Welcome aboard mighty homunculus, 
tiny, but more powerful than the us.

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Outside the flowers are leaving the dirt
and climbing into this milk glass to wilt,

their sour-sweet scent following us, always. 

the many and no one

History adds that before or after dying he [the actor] found himself in the presence of God and told Him: "I who have been so many men in vain want to be one and myself." The voice of the Lord answered from a whirlwind: "Neither am I anyone; I have dreamt the world as you dreamt your work...and among the forms in my dream are you, who like myself are many and no one."

From "Everything and Nothing," by Jorge Luis Borges (translated by James E. Irby)

eating better, a pear and some almonds