frictioning geometry.

Tonight felt so much like what this used to feel like. Evan is gone. Backpacking. And this feels alone like I used to be. Alone. Staying up late, working on projects, drinking wine, listening to this: This whole album. And flipping through an old friend of a book, trying to help a commenter who got…

the warmth of summer that you live in.

There will soon be a summer round up. [because this summer has just been so so good.] And mayhaps a Dregs of Summer // Volume II. For now, know that I've been thinking of you. And the warmth of summer that you live in will not fade yet; I won't let it. Here is what…