Blue-sphere messages from train wrecks and insecure mediators. Inhuman curves and uncommonly attractive exoticism. Feeding a pet in the stolen hours before sunset. The transitionary final silence of sundaes. An unknown melody shifting keys in a four-decade sotto voce". Closeness, turning into adjacency, turning into detachment, turning into strangers I once knew well. Multiple shades of tape, extremity cyanoacralate and zazen meditation holding it all together. Well enough. For now.

Even though it may all be... too much to hold onto.

Hold it together....

H̛o̢ĺ̶͜d̴ ͏̀i͘t̕ ͝t͝ò͟͞g͢et́̕҉he̛r̛~

H̛͇̫̖̦̯͓̭͕̼̮̞̭̰̩̕ͅo̘̘̩̙͖̘̙̰͚̰͇̖̰͎̙̺̕͞l̵̸͔̻̯̬̮̬̞̪̖̭̦͎̺͓͎̭̙̀̕ͅͅd̴̟̘̟̥̟̖͉̪̦̥̼̘̻̺͙̟̙͕́ ̜̪̭̮̥̭̮͉̯͓͕̯̣͍̘̦̀͜ͅị̜̙̝̗̩̦̥̳͚͕̺́t̨̗͓͓̣̺̻̙̮̹̥͍́͜ͅͅ ̶̦̹̝̞͕̣̪̺̬͖̞̘̣̞̭̼͜t͏͔̺̙͉̝̞̭̬͈̦̜̠̖̟͠ơ̴̵̦̣̬̰͍͎̟͉̠̫̝̙͕̜̯̜͈̦͢ͅg̴̛̝̩̗̙̞̫͍̩͓̰̝̰͚̮̟͚̮̝e̸҉҉̫̺̞̠͎̞͇̞̭̦̯͈̕͢ͅͅţ̮͓͔͇͉̞̘̟͈̜͢͞h̡̢͞҉̞̼̗̭͖̩̘̳̲̞̗̟͚̲̜̤̜͉̥è̵̷̺̞̥̣͖̦͖̲̭̺͔͓ͅr̵̴̠̙̤̪͘!

3:32 p.m. - 2022-11-25