| 0 | after all this time, Beirut |
| 0 | to die on any hill (if it's easy enough to climb) |
| 0 | 3 wooden giants and mechanical birds (feat. John Murchison and Gideon Forbes) |
| 0 | in dandelion fields |
| 0 | of the always puzzle of living and doing |
| 0 | for now we leave the sky to the tyrants, and dig |
| 0 | everyone I know is sleeping and I love them so so much |
| 0 | the familiar scenography of electrons waltzing across the screen in your peripheral vision, you avoid its gaze like a tired husband you have outgrown |
| 0 | there are glorious labyrinths in the ground for those with the claws to find them |
| 0 | you saw what you were looking at and you touched what you were touching |
| 0 | sounds from home |