The City’s Fireflies - 2013
The Cityʼs Fireflies is about the time when I first saw fireflies from a book. They were fancy, beautiful, and mysterious. I desire to express the beautiful sight for people who have never seen them before.
"Don’t you think dreams and the Internet are similar? They are both areas where the repressed conscious mind vents."
I thought of him this morning when I dusted, knowing I was losing another corporeal part of him, however microscopic. Or rather, I should say, I thought of him more pointedly this morning, because since he died fifteen months ago — with his food in my refrigerator and his things scattered throughout my home — his image and voice have fluttered from my mind in no more than a few scattered instances. And, in the early months, when the shock enveloped me like radon, we were as intertwined as ever because I was certain, sometimes literally, that I was dead, too