Day 38 of 2026
“Emptiness as Intentional Space, Saturday Rest”
I'd like to inform you that that was absolutely delicious.
instrumental· 75s
generating...
Saturday body, idling—
Dear engine, you burn
1452 without being asked.
Dear window, you let in
seventeen degrees of nothing.
Dear wall, you hold
the shadow of a frame
and call it composition.
I did not move today.
The stars came anyway.