Nothing ventured, nothing gained

Chasing light up the coast

A pulsed message from the equatorial belt

It was there when I got here

Nine point eight meters per second squared

Ready

Blacktop sings to a backroads moon

Afterimage

Year of the Fire Horse

A sudden thought. A welcome interruption.

A mystery

Breath on breath. Gravity falling behind

Recognition

The path

The well

The bridge

Step by step

Day into night into day etc.

Hold music

🎃

It fills the air

Closeups

I’m beginning to understand some things. Others, less so.

Could you turn it up more? I can still hear myself think

I'd like to request a late checkout

Brightness behind the eyes

Insight

Eirever

The Break Room II Sometimes I walk the circle backwards, to see how it feels