. Crystal dark . sound, woodpecker foraging, near, nearing spice on my fingertips – relaxed appropriation. Backpacks and scarcity, only the Zen flavour of moving, taking necessities, giving up newly bought coats to strangers on buses. Bus routes going to unexplained territories vocalizing droning dreams of the misused, disenfranchised ruthlessly bored, cardboard box lifespans arrows … Continue reading Crystal dark