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shoulder-length hair

something kept brushing the groove right where my shoulder meets my neck. i was working a press release and trying to ignore the pestering gnat or errant collar. turns out it was my own now-nearly shoulder length hair.

i started thinking and realized the last time i had hair past my shoulders was when i was 15. in other words, a decade ago. trying to remember what being 15 was like was similar to remembering when i was a space martian. it didn't resonant. i have memories and emotions i know i felt, but i identify as much with my own past as i do with scenes from 10 things i hate about you.

but maybe not remembering exactly is better than trying to reinvent a past that never existed: "All I conclude is that there’s a whole lot of projection going on with adults, trying desperately, and naively, to re-imagine a simple past that simply never existed." --berkeley breathed

i don't know why it is i can't remember more about that time. i wonder if it's some form of self-preservation, like how the body forgets pain. if we held on tightly to all the beliefs, emotions, and fears we had along the way we'd probably implode by 26.

you gather the world around you--thick and overlapping--and
loneliness persists. you are on the world but not
of the world. detailed but flat--a movie set's backdrop--you are
in front of the plywood house or behind, inside does not exist.

use the church bell to tell time. absorb the front stoop of a man,
his dog, their smile. see what the fat setting sun points out.

it will persist
but there are distractions from the yawning silence

new age fun with a vintage feel

like a corrupt dr. seuss

this is a cat in a box.

this is a cat on box.

this is a cat on the cupboard.

this is a cat in the dryer.

this is a cat tired from all his adventures.

[okay. now somebody find these cute pictures and make this cat an international internet sensation, so i can exploit him with a website, t-shirts, and buttons, thus becoming a millionaire.]

okay. now i'm a fan of lady gaga

i'm such a sucker:

the suburbs

growing up i was surprised to learn that a house could be built and have a floorplan unique to it. all the houses i had ever been in in my neighborhood were either the same layout as mine, exact reverse, or the copy of a friend's house i knew. i assumed this was the same all over.

the aerial spinning shot toward the end of this video gives me chills. i don't think any of us have any idea what we're growing up in until years after we leave.

the fronks
13001 delmar
leawood, ks
66209