I cannot be too near. The closer I am, the more I disappear. I disappear when you speak. When you close your eyes. At the slightest touch. Even when you think of me. And so i maintain a discreet distance. That way, I do not become you. And I can love you as I am. The one who did not go missing.
In which a long-time record collector and sometimes poet shares shares vinyl finds, words of worth, and plays keep or cull.
