I always imagine this will go differently. I imagine it more romantic.
I imagine a dark corner of the world where I will
churn out the next masterpieces of the 21st century.
there is sunshine and delivery trucks and humans being humans,
existing in all of their real, live glory;
they are making awkward conversation and drinking coffee;
they are saying nothing at all.
And also everything.
just like always,
I am left uncertain about how to exist in this world,
where everything and nothing matters,
where fires and floods are made,
just like the pyramids and broken glass,
just like love.