Day 64. Isn’t this how most lovers exist, hanging by a thread between desire and demand?

Day 63. Farewell is not forever. New York City secrets. Disarray and garbage. You cannot hide what you will not see.

Day 62. drowsy from drinking the cool stars. waiting at the window. bluntness of the blade.

Day 61. Precious contracts. You don’t see me // You don’t love me. Wounded children.

Day 60. ouvrir le coeur // open your heart. spread wide like a swan wing on water.