there was a blur on the road
i reached out to consume it
my teeth scraping against potential
my eyes blinded by the passing vehicle
of madness
i managed myself from within my own cab
numb
wondering
twiddling
noxious
anxious
fractious
the thread strips past tension
driving in fog I blind myself with inexperience, i am not ready
a reflection of my own irregularities.
it is my own exception i see.
reminding me of what is best
self-contained benefit.
ganas
- gan
- i am an interpreter and indication of the gatherings in my life. my collection of influences, and experiences, and wanderings, and figurings. i am a current of reflection yearning for connection. i am compelled and commanded to do so by my own accordion. playing it's off-tunes and rhythmic swoons i am dancing to the passing moment. all at once and individually rapt. i am continual appreciation of the process and movement of life. i am most interested in the details of culture and life-byproducts, the wear and tear of existence. human-fantastic is a great show. i am highly enamoured with seeing through things or of hidden sources of movement or sound. knowing you know is where i'm most ticklish.
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