FOR ISRAEL :: LOVE TEAL

We were born this way, into a hundred years of a house, that kind of legacy, which sticks to yr skin as with soft water & as with signs of aging. In the old days, things were carved out of stone to remember the being hard -- to remember how it is to be a solid form. Before birth, even conception, there is a frenzied state of solidity. It is so solid that there are no questions about it. Solid. However, the house fits in. It's perfect: all that needs to preface that is this:

"Every dream is a solid trust." And it looks like this:

"Four walls, ceilings tall, windows and doors, always the floor... and the head: The head of the house."

Reach out to your corners and sift the collected dust there. Who's skin cells mingle with what flavor & tobacco? But, with all due respect, let's remember the rowdy clans of dust until tossing them, finally to the water.