Day 295 of 2026
“The Morning Funnels, the Afternoon Holds”
instrumental· 75s
generating...
Inventory of the Hours, By Size
07:12 — one fried egg, yolk sun-side up, forgiven for going crooked
07:14 — orange juice, three swallows, the glass still sweating
07:16 — a ticket stub for somebody else's matinee, torn along the dotted line, pocketed and forgotten
09:00–15:00 — six hours, one table, a deck of slides fanned like a losing hand
09:00–15:00 — coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee
09:00–15:00 — half a sandwich, abandoned mid-bite, now a monument
Uncounted, folded in: a blue curtain, a stool, a comb laid tooth-up, a flash going off for nobody
17:40 — a trail, cooling
17:52 — shadows getting ideas above their height
17:58 — the light runs out before the path does