rarely mon uow because i guess it'd be a little crazy to sit alone giggling for hours crying seems more normal 050222 ... kerry do i buy produce that doesn’t rot immediately do i round the corner without looking for people who are gone do i not feel restless, as if i am drifting am i not searching for what feels like home, which is why my mouth formed a silent O when paloma asked me how do you know when you’re home? on airplanes and in the valley, in gloom and mist and douglas firs, i would listen to ‘the west’ by ty segall over and over and would feel like i could have written it (or maybe i’ve even said it aloud) where do i go home, is it in the west? where do i go home, is it in the east? 211204 ... tender_square i feel the yearning of the search here deeply, kerry. everything you write lays your longing bare. it's brave, it's beautiful, it's you. 211205 ... kerry thank you so much, tender_square! i like to press Go and see what comes up--sometimes it's nothing, sometimes it's something. you don't always know what will come out! :) 211206 what's it to you? who go blather from