last night i dreamed about elephants and old houses.

"by a certain age, we should change names and hide out somewhere, lost to the world, in no danger of seeing friends or enemies again, leading the peaceful life of an overworked malefactor."

it is possible for saturdays to be sad.

my sense of time feels very warped // is it morning // is it spring

i bought a plane ticket to iceland but i have only told six people. (i am looking forward to eating rye bread and swimming in pools with strangers.)