Tanner Brockwell

a fantasy gripped me today. i had to write, there was a missive of the weather, and in synchronization. the story of passage in my future. it was unwritten until i stumbled upon the words. i knew that saving them now, would mean i saved them for the future. later i listened to Danielewski and found it apt.

i think there are similarities in the two most recent pieces on the weather, it is portentous like only the new winds blow in new worlds. i think if i ever leave words behind me i leave life as well. man is alive with words. speaking, thinking and hearing. what more realistic description of life itself?

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