“My advice is, do not try to inhabit another's soul. You have your own.”
― Jim Harrison, Songs of Unreason
FIELD NOTES #22 I buy second hand books because the thought of unturned pages disturb me: give me all the coffee stains, the dog ears, yellow pages and cracked spines. The footnotes written in red. The quiet questions scribbled in black. There, in that treasure trove, you'll discover a kindred soul, and find between the margins a world just like your own. 𑁍𑁍𑁍 Branded a pest, the spotted lanternfly finds a nifty notch beneath my boot, (red wings like clay paint smeared across the cheek bone). Like soldier-boys who die so far away from home. The wrong place The wrong time. Wearing the wrong stripes. We die like spotted lanternflies, crushed and left for dust.