Here. Around the island in the cold, though fortunately calm, airs. A cycle/circuit freezes hands in the short moments of unsheathed revelation. The ice on the harbor is only a couple feet thick so that the ferry doesn’t have too much trouble making way. Full moon hangs. Cruise ship in blue ice leaves carbon trails in blue air below white moon. I’m leaving the island for something.
the neoscenes/tech-no-mad (b)log ::
traces pathways and actions encountered and undertaken