When I picked my nephew up from preschool yesterday he ran and hugged me tight. Then all the kids wanted to show me what they made out of legos and so Josh ran to get his and he was like, “Atti! Atti, wookit! Wookit I made wego car!” nfjklhskjfhjklsf he’s so cute. He was talking sooo much, ahh. He’s starting to remember some Japanese words now too, though it takes some encouragement to get him to say them. And I showed him Mondai Girl, and of course he was like :0.

Black then white are all I see in my infancy,
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
Lets me see.

There is so much more, and,

 beckons me, to look through to these- infinite possibilities.


ugly crying about my garbage composer son, also self-indulgent monstrous angel forms because angels are Not Human and you know i’m all about that