Cryptic post
Oct. 26th, 2006 02:11 pmOne month. Trying to pull cake back apart into its individual ingredients. Reading books with closed covers. Painting in a room with no lights. I don't know what I'm doing. I do know what progress is; it's something I'm not making much of. The train runs backwards; I'm afraid of seeing it fade into the distance, nothing to prove that I didn't make it up except the smell of smoke. How insubstantial.