Alexander M.C.

I am here and there. I am the unraveling sense of nothingness. I am joy. I am happy. I am sad. We are all everything. The mantra to forget. The memory of children rolling down hills drinking the marrow of the cold blooded after hours. A half-smoked cigarette, counting moments until the ground is home. "Binary, elegant." Really though, what best describes all of us is that feeling when you find a note written in hasty handwriting that brings a sudden recollection of something great. That moment or collection of moments when the clouds petrify and the sun refuses to disintegrate. Swallow the wretched thoughts and sail on in your victrola era nostalgia.