now i'm hiding from the sun.
among the many things i am trying to do:
grasp something where there is nothing to grasp.
dispell the notion that gravity and laughter are opposites.
decide which comes first metonymy or language.
figure out if saying is preceded by both of these while being their condition of possibility.
remember a thing i forgot which was something about how seeing itself is fiery blind.
sidestep the inevitable backlash i will unleash on myself should i succeed in remembering anything.
set aside time to pant.