Toes don't quit; a miniature collection of miniature nonsense.

Yet in a single instant, probably at 1 am I was half disappeared. When the sun came up, the only desire I had was to go shopping at Target and meticulously document.

Not much later, I was also sitting outside of a college lecture. Very hungry human. Realizing it was inappropriate at the moment to squeeze into a packed lecture hall.

Then for a moment or for long years.

Mirror repetitions in my life, and be proud to experience it in tearful and lonely moments.

We need tiny, bite sized worlds. So that door opens into its own mini.

How many toes do I need out the door between my home and the world?