And as the days turn, and the weekends come around, the presence is withdrawn. The aggressive and damaged remoteness of Steve's "Butterfly Composition" snagged my thoughts today. And more Möbius lizards... slightly Giger-esque...
"Hope you have had a good day? x" he types today.
I won't embarrass either of us by pointing out that what he typed yesterday was very different. At least, I won't share it. No, leave me to come to my own conclusions about the shallowness of his interest, the excuses of how difficult it is to get away. Words from another, it's what we signed up for, blur in my head, so that even I forget I never said that. You make your bed... sometimes... sometimes I just crawl in there.
In some shallow grave, the wing of an innocent butterfly shudders. Love the Geiger darkness.
ReplyDeleteGeiger, yes, totally...I was trying to figure out who these pieces reminded me of! "blur in my head" good stuff!
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