Solo Residency: 300 Micro-fictions

… I don’t know everything is so strange right now this came out of the blue and I said yes, YES wholeheartedly because it seemed like a gift; a place to go that was other than my small apartment into the city again and into this building again which I haven’t really visited since 1996; I remember climbing up onto the roof then and kissing a boy up there of course we can’t go up there now something about security something about cameras but what about kissing on rooftops what about dancing and using the sky; I’m writing and resting and walking and inviting people in and closing the door and shivering in the cold and remembering who I was once and might be again and I’m thinking about building(s), about structure(s), about the relationship between movement and writing, about constructing ground(s), about …