oh dear me

dear future self,

do not be whittled, do not submit. be a channel, a conduit; do not be swept. focus, burn it into your memory, focus, use your memory as your bridge to yourself, rickety, earthen, swaying. breathe in colors, sounds, let your mechanisms dismantle them and amorphously absorb them, then breathe them out in positive geometries, vectors, transpositions; planes like photographs, which originally are sharded from a singular moment, now tidally wrapping the contours of everything that you experience, newness stemming from the old, mycelial, hieroglyphic. burst forth with being.