arrival

back into Fort Worth after a four(ish) hour drive north(ish). out of groceries, out of money: to Target we go. trying to change things, trying to go back to a physical form I once was. so, come and sublimate with me.

some smooth backBlippage:
thanksgiven.
centerpieces.

that is the most I've ever had to backlog for the Blips. slightly scandalous for me but no bother no bother no bother no bother. solids shift into gasses, instantaneously. we're off into dusky skies with the salmon and the edamame and the wedges of basil.