fit slothisily i don’t know me and you don’t know you so we fit good together cause I knew you like I knew myself 050305 ... tender_square when the old window is wrested from the existing frame, the void becomes a canvas of vivid realm, a vortex rushing without within. it's funny how the new unit of fiberglass and sand is never a perfect fit though it was measured to be. there's gaps of light and air, each sash unique and changing, shifting millimeters off center as a house sags with age. if this piece, this two-way mirror that mediates out there from in here, is subject to the seams, the patching over to protect from the elements, aren't we? in some form or another, we try and fit what life defines for us, shimming with pieces of who are and who we want to be to hold those tensions in place? 230324 ... kerry what he calls seizures. i don't mind, though it sounds old-fashioned. 230326 what's it to you? who go blather from