You know I could spend all day looking through windows with you. The most interesting spaces are empty. The most interesting brickwork is an interior wall. You could spend all day, too, looking at the spaces between each brick. And sometimes your sister paints walls fake, and sometimes I come home with bits of paint beneath my finger nails and sometimes I just want to crush my fingers in every single door jamb. These are the most beautiful spaces. Sometimes filled with ocean, sometimes with the light of the morning. Sometimes I breathe so deep that all of your businesses mean nothing to me. I breathe a deep exhausting breath, I run through the emptiness.
