coincidence_boy

this is me and my lotus at pangong-tso, rocking back and forth, just like this song...



coincidence_boy visits me sometimes when i can't sleep at strange hours between night and morning when it looks like twilight. he worms his way inside my ear and speaks of big flat lakes and dust and towers of stones that will topple over tomorrow with no witnesses. i like him, this boy. he keeps me amused mostly, and sometimes gives hope. if there's a hole anywhere in the ground filled with blue stars, he'll find it you know, and take you there by the hand. let him talk to you sometimes, he's sweet. makes nice pictures and sticks them to his wall in pairs. and if you touch his pictures, a song starts to play whose name you can't remember. he's very earnest, that's one. reallytrulybelieves, you know? two, he never dances. don't ask him to ok. he won't say no and he won't say yes and then you'll just feel all bad because you'll think he's forgotten all the nice things you said about him, but he hasn't, don't worry. blink. he's trying to remember where your lost purple sock with the cows on it is, that's all. let coincidence_boy find your sock, your laserbeam... you sleep. he'll whisper it into your palm when your eyes are closed. close your fist now.

(pictures by j and v)