Have you ever fallen out of love? Did it come suddenly, inexplicably, or did it sneak up on you? Were you out of love for a long time before even realizing?

Have you ever wondered why a person might wrap her body around with so many stories and excuses and mythologies, when all the fears and secrets she has are perfectly ordinary, perfectly visible anyway?

Speaking of doing things that are unsafe, I have been working a lot with paper and with taking pictures of things I draw on paper, and with letting the paper show on the screen. Oh, and there was that thing with the alligator.

Are there any life risks you are wavering about? Have there been?

Are all of your new year’s resolutions equally ambitious, or is there a large gap between your biggest ever and your smallest ever?

Happy New Year.

Have you ever felt like you were being asked to make decisions about your future with no information you trusted and no idea what your future self would want?

Have you ever caught yourself staring at someone? Is it a person you later approached? Which was better, the anticipation, or the resolution?

A lot of people seem to lose sight of themselves when they move in with someone else. Have you seen this happen to anyone you know?

We get most things wrong, and when we try to rationalize them, at best we’re guessing. What mistake of yours made you the happiest?

Halloween was delivered to us, a relic in a box of ash. We burned the witches to fill it.

There is smoke on the wind. It may be chimneys, it may be sacrificial pyres, it may be the forest burning. There is a smell we call fresh but comes from the decay of leaves. There is a smell like mercury, like amnesia, the wind has blown over a lake that is cursed and it has brought a mist into our nostrils. I am happy to forget everything I can.

The world is bereft of understanding or of expectations that are sane. There is a rainbow around the moon. There are songs that summon ghosts, and songs that send them away. Your flute is made of bone. Your perfume has the bottom tone of rot and the top of apricots and sage. It does not matter what happens in an hour that does not exist. It matters more than anything what happens in an hour that does not exist.

I want us to take laurel and peyote, to touch and see each other just enough to share the hallucination. I want us to look back at the world from the other side and to kiss like it is a ceremony the spirits invented in order to feel mortal.

And if the night is over and my memory has not come back, that hour is all I want to keep.

What is the most free you have ever felt, and was it at the same time the most crazy? The most intoxicating? If you did not edit yourself, would you seem insane?