ginza. contax g2.
I thought I understood it,
That I could grasp it,
But I didn’t.
I knew the smudgeness of it:
The pink-slippered-all-containered-semi-precious eagerness of it.
I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole,
The wholeness was a rather luxurious idea,
Because its the halves that halve you in half.
Don’t know about the in between bits,
The gory bits of you
And gory bits of me.
- Like Crazy