You didn’t ask, but:
what animates others is unfathomable.

i am fatigued by too many questions.
why people go to work or art museums, where all of these drivers go, why do they smile or cry, why they put one foot in front of the other.

my mind wanders to theology & philosophy & bathroom graffiti.

sandwiched between all of these words of wisdom is the reassurance that we are insects on a rock traveling through a beautiful, cold vastness that is indifferent to whether we live or die.

your attention has wandered. perhaps you are thinking about something funny you saw in a bathroom in Utica or a striated purple stone you found on that beach in Sanibel.

and i wish in an embarrassingly desperate way i could crawl under those blankets you and others wrap yourselves.