let me slip back into this space with words and pictures and pretend like I have not been absent for months. let me write like no one is reading, I think I would like that. sort of like the days when I first started this thing, also known as the days of yore, the days before instagram and twitter and facebook and quite frankly, an internet that, on most days, feels like a disease. a hundred different ways to fracture time, to parcel out our pieces until we're tired and it's time for bed.
oh november, you get me every time.