the word “temporariness” is an awkward one, is it not?  i want “temporary” to become some other noun instead, like “temporality” or something, but it doesn’t work.  i am, ironically, stuck with “temporariness.”

and i’ve always been stuck with temporariness.  i can feel fleeting as if it’s a tangible thing, as if fleeting is made of a thick vapor which seeps into my ears and swirls around inside, reminding me that i can never keep anyone around for long.  people happen to me, i don’t happen to them.  i’m a transient who never goes anywhere.

you’ll forgive me, i hope, for my sporadic writing as of late.  the act of boiling my existence down into small paragraphs has become rather wearisome.