At Metazen. Srsly. What to say? I’ve nothing to say. Just read them. You need to. This is part of one of them. Go.
THE LIGHT SOMETIMES CUTS
And we maintain these plans like a bush of herbs. We wait and wait and then destroy them with too much water. We wait too long of course. We wait like birds who do not wait for us to wake in the morning. You know how the light sometimes cuts us. You know how sometimes the light is not a knife but a bandage, how the moment my eyes are open I am checking my email. And then despite our plans we never cross the mountains.