it's 1:15 am on the fifth of the eighth and all I can think about is electricity...
Toronto, Ontario
..anniversaries never came to me naturally. speaking the same code annually. it's beautiful to remember the connections that we've kept alive. but, circuit boards break when they're overloaded. and not all are wired to work the same way. there are paths inside each of us, that only we can greet. our organs have constitutions that we couldn't describe to others how to iterate. like today, how I couldn't, even if I wanted to, engrave the schemes keeping me tongue-tied and awake. it comes in ebbs and flows like alternating waves. laps around the sun come around once a year, still, those aren't the things I often celebrate. August always reminds me of magic in a lifetime, powered by morse sparks of main power lines, that no gimmick can encapsulate or retrace. just like how lightening never strikes twice in the same place.