When walking around, i've noticed how many churches have green lamp lights. i've pursued vanity under them a few times. i stand out there and hold my phone above my head to create the illusion of a slimmer face, and against the evening wind i keep my eyes on mine. Lately i've been dying to be held. A few years back i realized how the wind can hold me, i got obsessed with wind and by consequence clouds, and i remember a Wayne Thiebaud painting set me off. i remember before that, when my obsession started, i entered a delusional and dream-like state while pissing over a standard porcelain throne back out west, and the ac unit started up and a thin trail of air brushed against my naked thigh and i had to stare at the bathtub tile to make sure i was a physical being. i hate admitting to states like that, but it gives me something juicy to analyze.