Listening to: The Kings of convenience
Watching: iPhone 6
What's the immaterial substance that develops two, that one perceives as hunger and the other as food.
I wake in tangeled covers, to a sash of snow.
Innocent imitation, you are cast in good, you image a compensation for me to hold,
Parallel lines, move so fast toward the same point, infinite as near as it is far!
Place: Manhattan, NYC
running: not today I have a busy busy busy day!