“There’s a guy at the club who looks like a skinny version of that movie star with the hair and the lips who drove the burnt el camino if that’s anybody’s anything.” - @weaponizedstate sent via twitter for iPhone 

Sunset was riding the edge on twitter, apparently. Probably half cut on bourbons at an east side dive sending observations into the aether like they’re sparks from a wood fire.

Probably some local band stumbling through their first performance in two suffocating years. The rust of the pandemic shaking off them, off everybody really, as hopeful voices collide with clinking glasses and the swirl of the band.

I can see it clearly. A repetition of bodies and the rhythms from years ago. The pocket technology has changed. Only assholes wear watches anymore and I don’t really give a shit about the social media stuff at all. I just watch, I treat it like a window.

I’m not there at the dive tonight but I’ve been there thousands of times. I can see it clearly in my mind. The whole scene.

Visualization, Dr Wisconsin says, you need to visualize things more clearly. The past, she says, and the present, too. What details emerge, where do you feel it in your body?

Close your eyes, she’ll say, and just visualize the present. Tell me what you see. | image @systematicghost