"Yes, I remember."

"There were so many possibilities then, weren't there?"

"Well, I had my commitments but you're right. I wasn't so entangled in my life."

"Ever wish you could go back?"

"And? Maybe we could've worked out?"

"I wonder that sometimes, but it didn't have to be that. You could have gone your own way."

"It's true we knew eachother before this, but I don't know."

"We've been friends how many years now?"

"We've grown distant over the years."

"I suppose so. We've taken different branches."

"Is this even okay? To be talking like this?"

"And if it's not? What does that say about him?"

"He tries. He may not be perfect but he tries."

"What does it take to decide to walk away?"

"It's too late for us you know."

"It wasn't then though."

"It wasn't, that's true. We missed our chance."

"But maybe after many years, you'd be talking to him the way we'

My grandfather moved away from South Bend, Indiana to a retirement community an hour from Salem, Oregon sometime in his eighties so that he could die. It wasn’t necessarily that he needed to uproot himself to die for himself, far from the place where he worked all of his life and raised a family. It was that Salem was where his younger daughter and her physician husband lived. The theory was that the physician husband would be best capable to take care of my grandmother, once my grandfather was

The chaos variation
And a feeling like you've been here before

I am capable of everyone that has ever been

Life is multiplicative
It is presence as much as it is not presence
I am still in my crib
I am still in my tomb
I am still learning how to breathe
in and out of water

My skull is mixed up with fiberglass,
Dangling out the frame of a window
At an old familiar crossroads
A radial point, from which a circle was designed
From the