it contains… time. laugh. sigh. it contains?
What I’m looking for can also be thrown in a strong and animalistic thrust. What I put in a tin doesn’t require a complicated mechanism to be understood. We follow the course we set for ourselves by telling the right anecdotes. We maintain a lukewarm pulse. We confront the armpits that are put in front of us. We shout laughter and catch it. We provide a glimpse of that which awaits us. Prelude and sigh. A display of things that belong to us. Plastic dessert. A stroll together.