permanence

language is a frightfully powerful thing—there is no unspeaking, and a thing long assumed, once verbally confirmed, acquires nearly irrevocable persistence. a thing long relied upon, once proclaimed, may even defy mathematics or seal heavenly decree. this mystery is profound.

we do things with words, and sometimes too cheaply. hopefully my words tend to be purchased sincerely.

Ben Tyler married Elle Kernitz a few months ago, and suddenly Ben Tyler was married to Elle Tyler, not Elle Kernitz.



to speak true things is often uncomfortable for me, notwithstanding that they be foreknown. perhaps there is a metaphysics that truly asserts that words rend new truths from the ether into the fabric of the universe. or perhaps words are simply extractive, removing safety nets that may have been transparent in the first place.

my mother rules her kitchen. it senses her presence, and it obeys. the rest of us eat and are glad of it.



Rachel’s dog rules the rest of us. when Paxton would be carried, he will be carried. when Paxton would be in a shirt, he will be in a shirt. we walk at a trail and Rachel poses and hides and laughs. i regret living so far from her, so i will make her come here tomorrow.