where the tools are
the irrepressible currency of wonder
I’d be just fine with fortune
the perpetual negative pressure of the unknown
in its own time – I wouldn’t miss the adventure of earning it.
my mom (said to “be the hero of your own life”)
to post-human cities, silent, and softened by lichen.
in good faith, the present for the future-self
diligence as a crutch instead of a torch