transitional times of day, shifting and transformed spaces where i have lived many different selves. different people that have witnessed me so differently in these shared spaces, where i have played so many parts. all the world's a stage. i am my truest self alone and idle on an empty stage

an in-between place. thorny trees rustle with cats and deer, dead as they live so present are their corpses and bones and ghosts. air hot with jet fuel and stagnant water. forgotten and discarded things blow through the cracks into this place between and underneath the world