A few months ago Daniel Lyynch added me to Facebook. We spoke a bit.
He died a few weeks ago, and now almost every time I log in to my account a little suggestion pops up that says 'reconnect with Daniel Lyynch! Send him a message.'
I wonder how long that will keep happening for.
An unrelated fragment of words that came into my head yesterday:
I loved a man I never met
Hungry for his pixels but choking on an empty inbox
Standing in a Brooklyn doorway on the phone to Chicago
I ached to never forget the boyishness of his late night voice
Of course by the time I couldnt summon it anymore
I didn't really care.
I'm a fountain of blood, in the shape of a girl.
- captaintalia
- I like jigsaws + cupcakes.
Cosiness + nerdism.
I have a cat named Baudelaire.
I would like to live in a doona cocoon.
I collect books.
I realise I sound like a crazy cat lady.
I am not.
I write words, wear clothes, speak riddles, make mistakes.
Everything is better when it's raining.
I like socks.
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