So you say the present's just a pleasant interruption to the past.

Lugardifavorito.

I wanna

get lost in the library with you.

Turnthesummerintodust.

Seasons of turn overrates.

Another that came and gone. Same story, different character. Great to see what comes out of it. Trader Joe's samples. Do I like it, or meh? Gets better every time; ends worse every time. Can each season sort of run the same path?

A string of random hairs, usually slubby. Each off to a slow start but finishing off heavy. Affairs trudging in circles. A pocketful, make it two. OD-ing on espresso equals over regulation of heartbeats. High or confusion? Clarity?

Stomping reckless in the city sun provides surreal moments. Pity of the past.