TO THE NEXT WORLD

6:08 am and have been half-alive since some minute in the late fourth hour. Drinking hot black coffee… burning my new Mad et Len Graphite candle and listening to Ulver against the pitter patter of the Los Angeles rain… some newer alarm clock that springs me from the mattress in some opportune dash to take advantage of some nature’s decor. May it wash away the year. I don’t know where I’m sending this letter to. I’ve been thinking of a 2024 manifesto and then dancing around that in wonder if I be...