Compost It
YLTLSBCers note: I wasn’t able to post last night because my web-host was down.
So here’s a rough outtake of an experiment I made a few months ago as a possible submission to Third Coast’s “Book Odds” ShortDocs Challenge:
(You can listen to the piece I ended up submitting here.)
In related news, I (finally) registered to attend the Third Coast Conference this year!
I live on the best block in Brooklyn.
Defense of the statement above to follow.
There’s probably a name for this
It was the ambient dusklight, the taste of exhaust hanging too long in the air, wishing I had worn a sweatshirt.
Sifting through a barrel of memories, grasping a handful of matching shards.
Déjà-vu-like but not, echoes “I felt this before, sometime else.”
Tonight: it’s stepping outdoors with Spring bathwater-neutral against your skin,
in reverse.
Last year, the year before? Which records were I listening to then?
Put Your Flags In The Air
…but the bones are going to change into rocket ships??
(Cute outtake from a project I’m working on.)
A modern “just so” story…
I found this today on Reddit and had to share it here. I’ll try to credit the original artist as soon as I find out who it was!