( me / via )

Worry tree.

11.
a hundred years from now they'll have
their hands too full to blame us much
nor treasure with the little left
this wild profusion issuing hence

i trust that some of us survive
i know it won't be me or mine
with water writ or page of ghost
a puff upon the starry air

yet feels so real to sit beside
my love against apocalypse
as if the glaciers crowded close
& we had only this small fire

Sleep under quarries.

An imaginary place. A group of people who believe in this place & go about taking pictures that resemble what is known of the place. Their choice of pictures evolves over time: this is how the place changes. It is given life.

Love Revolution.