at the silkscreen cinema

photograph via time tales

i am struggling to articulate a beginning,

text resists the growing scroll of day-to-day images.  

minute, mysterious observation.

apparently, 

my fondness for blank books doesn't

really translate into internet-space. but
eventually the proverbial spine cracks, the pages
become thumbed & dog-eared.

 welcome! hello!

i'm so glad you're here.