seventy-two words

i am sitting on the terrace and listening to vince guaraldi trio. the air is very clean right now. i am very aware of myself as an organism needing air and clean water. when i sigh, i feel very satisfied that the role of my sighing has completed some real function and purpose within me. my sighing is in place and there is form and order.

some things are not working out for me. i am drinking more.
bleh. whatever. i am exactitude.

i have a series of pieces forthcoming at seventy-two words. together they will compose my first 'micro-essay'. it will be released in five installations.