Dot one letter.
Oh man what I used to be.
I’ll ride fast, until I’m nervous.
Then I’ll ride faster, until I’m scared.
Then faster, until I’m neither.
My bones are already broken.
I’m already broken.
What else do the hills have left.
Left out, missed out, ran out, got out, going out.
Images taken / by me
8th and Main reflecting off the Wells Fargo building. Monday night in Boise, Idaho. USA.
The world gets weird under the creep of the blue drafting light.