I had a dream you were a goldfish without water. I put you in my mouth to keep you alive. When you started to squirm with life, I was startled and bit you. I spit you out into water but you came apart.

a few years ago I acquired this box of negatives

mainely snow

paz

 paz and jim jarmusch

Animus

returning to the garden state

dinner of bread and butter, bed, then maybe i'll feel better

chromogenic