this isn't some kind of statement. it's not a global philosophy and it's not a call for rebellion. it's not a list of who and what i know and what i drink and where i've been. it's not a glamorization of who i am or who i want to be or for god's sake, not what i choose to wrap my nakedness in.
it's just a little piece of life. a smidgen of honesty to pass on or let fade into nothing. a severed ear, a sandal caught in the metro door. change out of the hole in your pocket or tears shed at midnight or saliva on your lips from another's kiss.