so much hate for the ones we love.

[jacktellslies]

the city is cold today. the moon is full, and we're all fucking crazy and honest. i am waiting for the subway to take me home. i stopped fighting the mutiny. i've joined it, in fact, brave as any new convert. i walked a brick sidewalk lined with trees in south philly today. the bricks were buckled and raised over the roots. i'm always waiting for the trees to take over this town, to tear things apart from below. i want wolves in the high streets. i also want better garters for my socks: something complicated with leather and buckles, perhaps, something that will stay. (a boy can dream.) as much as i've hated being home of late, i am tired, and want nothing more than tea, and quiet, and the boys, and mayhaps a book.