4 Jan 2022

Once a day I tap into an inexplicable state of delirium, my holy moment, healed by the stark shadow of a winter afternoon. A church appeared outside my window today, as if God were saying: I’m right here, you dumb shit. I was here all along. Open the curtain.

A white brick and red brick building stand in the sunlight under a blue sky, lines of shadow from the bridge crossing the frame. A billboard with the words “Hard Feelings” stands above all.