this is about,

assembling.

my hands, intent, sewing.

functionality.  wedding art and purpose.

"you worded that so well".

and how thats assemblage, as well.

placing nuances and phrases, just.  so.

about the delicate way his hands brought to life.

about how yasi is annoying me right now.  with her insistence.. her..

how all i want to do today is sew, headphones bringing broken social scene to life in my ears.

learning, from people.

about that room, with all the clothes, hanging from the ceiling.  the thread.  the fabric.  "the machine sometimes goes too fast.  it may take longer, but i prefer to stitch everything together by hand."  the warm smell of pure earth.  and how it was only thursday, my hands smelled like dirt, for no reason at all.  how i saw him, on campus, while i was reading, when he was on his long board, glancing at me out the corner of his eye as he went past.  how all of these things seem portentous, now.   and everything, all these cherries.

one stitch.  two stitch.  thick, gold thread.

the hush of plants.

flicker of a candle.

this music, is beautiful right now.