another matter
i read this and nodded, because it makes sense, and the next moment i see this silly little graphic that has nothing to do with the self (or myself) and depicts a progression. i keep wondering (in a stupor) why it might be that im staring so long at this menial thing, what im trying to gain from it or decipher in its equation– which it is not. and then i realize this is real life, from real dinosaurs, and ive touched those (but i havent) and the dinosaur is the oil is the plastic is the dinosaur(which it isnt) and i am the same way. i am all thats left of you, in your shape composed of another matter.
8.22.22