what’s unusual to me, might be a normal occurrence to you
the day’s frustrations fall away in the face of delicate beauty
we set an anchor as a precaution against the unexpected
a fake patina is used to authenticate fake experience
it doesn’t make sense but maybe it would if we knew the backstory
it’s the idea not the buildings as to why we call someplace home
on a flat surface everything sits calmly and nothing happens
we are taught to trust certain things; and not notice a screw is missing
any decision will carry consequences that we must live with
we try to adjust our eyes to see in the fog we should use our ears