What do I do when life’s little things turn into life’s big things? I start with the one on top, and I work my way down. Just like washing dishes.
This twisted old tree
I knew it was over 100° not because my senses quantify perception; rather, an app on my iPhone tells me so.
This is the highest elevation I've lived.
the miscellany on the floor, acquired, took about a lifetime.
Here I am, and I don't know who I am. Everything is so different from who it was before.
I was walking down Martin St. when I encountered the spirit of Stevie Nicks, who was walking down Flores St.
How can I know what half of two is if I don't even know what one is!?
the horologist arrives late to the party
The expression of the object's meaning is in the assignment of its symbolism, therefore the source of the object's power is truly in its possessor.