I blink and the clock is different: different shape, shorter hands, changed time. I turn around and catch the past running away swiftly like a thief. I stop. I gather what I haven't lost yet. I decoupage glimpses and considerations and events and people and thoughts and inspiration. I redeem lost moments. I am the collector, arranger, and finalizer of this montage, museum, scrapbook. I am in the paste that holds them all together. I will permanent the sense that has yet to be made.
3 comments:
Oh my gosh I'm so sorry. ha ha thanks so much for dressing awesome :)
can I start calling you Alex? it's so delightfully androgynous/ post-gender
haha alex so doesn't fit you, i don't know why.
but GEEZ you looked hot that day. i mean clearly every day but that outfit was especially great.
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