Sometimes in the dark you can gain new understandings of the edges of things and their influences.
It seems the lights have gone out. All these small things appear suddenly to have great gravity, and my boundaries are opening out.
The beginnings and endings of things let us share mystery -
we are as strange as the sky.
I hear in New York people say please and thank you now. Do we look each other in the eye to find something to hold on to?
-- A postcard for Miana, because now is not the time to panic. Things are happening. Eyses wide, baby. --