Vancouver

[chronosynclastc]

Leaves are falling on my head in Gastown. They shuffle across cobblestone with the breeze and the jazz and litter the alleyways full of trees. I sit on steps and try and draw the lampposts which turn into abstract arachnid aliens. (My background has buildings and streets that ignore proportions and defy geometry.) But it's probably one of the best

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[anonymous]

You are so fucking deep I wanna drown myself in your present tense.

[chronosynclastc]

"Labyrinthine are the injuries inflictable on the soul. The tense of the body is the present indicative; but the soul has a memory and a present and a future."

ps:

[chronosynclastc]

fuck you. i miss you. see you soon.