Sublime

Firs, roses, statues—and the placards that adorn them—are like history books in public: they’re civic sites of collective reading, where the statue tells us to read the ground we’re standing on; to interpret it in a specific way.

sumbisori.

erring

duplicitous

thoughts pinging the closed windows like a trapped bee.

quotidian

The sand was tinted purple in the last of the light.