In my esurient selfishness, I forgot you, and so forgot myself. The late-night loneliness became a permanent fixture, the dull background I now hide in this husk. When the vapor clears, what is left is our nakedness. As if in a dream, we are together again in my morning, and thankfulness floods my being here.
Lego loves lego, and builders love lego, and lego loves artists in abstract. Fungible blocks building imaginings which strip away senseless detail for sensible, sensational delight. Worlds arranged through simple shapes as they are mined into mind crafts or Minecraft. Squares are neat with other squares, joined in infinitesimal dreamwork.