april 2025 • audio, 3:23
this came up and out while sitting outside and smoking a jay this morning at 3:30am
living in multiple worlds is a challenge of our modern life, most stick to one maybe two, i stopped counting and started moving... changes everything
life can be loud
living can be quiet
relaxation in a cacophony
irritated by silence
what of noise?
how much time until it is pleasing?
before its rhythm becomes apparent?
what of people?
is it merely a matter of time and circumstance? situations? a moment turned intimate? cascades of emotion, desire, haunt? what of love loyalty trust? when love is dust, loyalty a breeze which moves it; what of trust? can i forget about you come back to be introduced to you. dust, breeze, coated in your every sensation, have you... fold... my gray matter
you know, folds in gray matter of our brains are theorized to account for intelligence, ingenuity, and memory; it’s why smooth brain is an insult, and...
to have your impression arrive and
never leave me again
for the first time
maybe it has already
happened
and
hello, hi, hey
peace,
my name is quincéy
[and] [love is dust]
welcome sentient earthlings
