REASON + Dunno why but I am attracted to certain things. Some things give me a smile, turn my head. Loose leaves blowing across the street, the cold air. Beautiful people, who spend their time smiling inside, and shed light like a Christmas ornament, or even the way the toes curl at just the right moments. I am holding on to this attachment to things, rather than the prescribed sentimentality that gleams from our television screens. I am choosing to follow the leaf down the street. I am choosing to know why the toes curl when they do.
Today, everything's up in the air like toast. I don't know what's coming down.