" 'The future is there,' Cayce hears herself say, 'looking back at us. Trying to make sense of the fiction we will have become. And from where they are, the part behind us will look nothing at all like the past we imagine behind us now.' " --William Gibson, Pattern Recognition (2004)


things already part of me
i collect, scattered across countries.
in one of them a spaceman walks.

the sun sometimes rises.
spirals of mist follow it
from a time when that meant something.



"A wind of such violence
will tolerate no bystanding..."

--Plath


Grace Halsell.


Korpiklaani.


Lynx is fresh.