I'm fixing a hole. The heat came
through, the cold came through. I don't choose my affinities, I make the holes.
I fix the holes again. Starting from this beginning, I leave a lot out. I knit
through death. I knit through the holes. The randomness of friendship has
nothing to do with it. Your career has nothing to do with it. Stability exists
alongside melting ice, slipknots, power lines, mud. This is not up to me.
I'm
thinking a hole. With or without ability. With or without increases. One side
of the canyon is winter, the other is still fall. Stability exists with or
without an occasion. Your salary has nothing to do with it. I choose to leave a
lot out.
