In a Lonely Place on 01-27-2019

Today got away from me. But then months have gotten away, years. So it’s not surprising that 1/24th of a second might get away, that this instant might be identical to the one before or after. And now that I just wrote this, I look again, and smoke suddenly trails up from that cigarette, as if every frame is secretly alive, secretly every other. I think that’s what they call Buddhism.⠀