When I tell people that I do not see things the way they see them, people seem to go directly to opinion. They see an issue one way. I see it in another way.

Entirely.

I am not speaking to the power of opinion. It is more literal than what people think. I do not give a flying fuck what people think.

The darkness always wants a swallowing in.

I can focus like a laser beam on whatever is in front of me. But that focus is lost in time in shadows. The shadowing of margins and the marginal is a sallow piece of Late Afternoon Wears Off incredulous and ashamed with a dead ashen tinge to history and to those about to hang themselves tonight. Trace itself cadaverous, old houses have such fingers, sorrowful and hermorrhages in the basement. I knew a guy who did abortions there.