equations on restaurant napkins

Speed welcomes us in explosions of night : here
is wrath and fortitude and motion's burning :
the world buries the directionless, until
the heads are sprung in awareness or drowned in peace.
Sleep will happen. We must give them morning.

from study in a late subway by m. rukeyser







today marks four years since brandin passed away.

my mind always goes back to this.

the last time luca came here before he died. we sat on the wall that overlooked the city and just talked about pointless shit. it was nice. that's the way i like to remember him. and brandin even. sitting on brick walls at 2 am, keeping watch over a sleeping city.