Turn Lanes Are Scary

It’s like a blind man learning to see at 26 after learning to navigate the world without his eyes. But learning like he took a class, not like someone gave him eyes. Like if every blind person had the opportunity at a certain age to learn to see and then they could see afterward but he felt ok about not seeing and just went on not seeing for 10 years longer than everyone else. He’s really good at not seeing, but now he’s learning o read. Its like that.

Turn Lanes Are Scary

Guest Submission #14 – “Welcome To the 21st Century”

by Aaron Quinn

Look, I am sorry
But we are trapped here for now
There is no escape

Has there ever been?
Has it always been this way?
Can we move on now?

Falling apart has
Never been as chic or as
Hip as it is now

Let’s break down the walls
Wear our best tight pants and shoes
And breathe on our own

Let’s
Do it in
Style

Guest Submission #14 – “Welcome To the 21st Century”

White Walls for Aaron Quinn

I wrote this for a piece that Aaron Quinn wrote this summer. It was meant to be a sort of mumble in the context of a large ensemble. So when you read it, you should mumble it quietly to yourself. Like you’re talking to your collarbone.

White walls are bare only when you see them. If given a choice, I’m sure they would be full. The existence that they’ve choice up to this point, in the particular reality, are that they are bare. White walls are bare only when you see them. White walls are bear. White walls are rivers and moons colliding with no real evidence of choice. They are trees birthing ideas birthing peanut butter birthing reality. White walls are canvases for writing or for looking or for building an idea for building an idea for building an idea. White walls are bears in the heat and white in the cold and white walls are for building an idea for building an idea. A monumental moment mesmerizing moons and white walls and the truth from bare fiction or from bear fiction, which is always about things bears would never do but not what you would do bare. White walls represent repentance and repeal and white walls shine but not convincingly or upliftingly or lifting up. White walls lift up. I lift up white walls. I lift up. I breathe life up. I breathe live, up. Up, live I breathe. I breathe live, up. Up, up, up. I breathe live. I breathe live. I breathe, live up, live. I live. I live, live. I breathe live. I live up. I, up, live. I breathe live in white walls. I see white walls. I live in white walls. I breathe in white walls. I breathe, lifted up in white walls. White walls. White walls, up, live. White walls, I breathe in. I breathe in. I breathe in white walls. Breathe white walls up. Breathe up. Live up. Breathe up. Breath, up. Breath. Breath. Breath. White walls allow you to breathe. Take breaths. White walls are for an idea about an idea about an idea. Steps away from an idea for an idea. White walls are the in and out and the in and out and the in and out. They’re bare. White walls are bare only when you see them.

White Walls for Aaron Quinn