Go back to where you
came from...

Nobody ever told me
the morning feels better...

Who are you today?
The first few minutes after...

I show my students
the experiment of mixing...

The bruises are
disappearing...

Go on.
Speak of foreign lands...

Our neighbor's infant
is screaming...

The full moon was propelling
light towards the silky sand dunes...

The sizzling sound
was sweated through the walls...

The ocean is fathomless and welcoming.
Arms outstretch above...

It was a fickle afternoon.
Up on the roof of your sixth floor apartment...

Do you think about it at all?
That we are trapped. There's nothing...