Reading between the gaps in people's broken speech. Ideas tumbling from broken mouths like rotting leaves. I scoop up the leavings and bring it home for study. There's a deadly seriousness in the silly and the ridiculous. Poring over the silhouettes while people stare at the white sun of pixelated screens. A handerchief mask and well-scripted laughter helps to hide several week's worth of frowns. The living room fills with mulch. I can't throw away a single word. Every one is a key to locks I haven't even understood yet.

12:29 a.m. - 2019-07-09