you say you do

but you don't.

how many pictures of other people's children can I take? what am I supposed to do with these things?

suppose we are all stardust. suppose we let that perspective dry our starry eyes? there is nothing to concern ourselves with here. all reruns and minute patterns. there is nothing to do but hold on, really. catch what can be caught of a view. because though this may be cyclical, it certainly has a direction. it certainly is headed somewhere.

gets closer every day.