Tales from The Vienna Woods

I think at first I notice everything. Then nothing because then I consider. We lose ourselves so rarely, but I think we are more consumed then we recognize. I notice the puddles on the ground. And when they’re gone I still feel them in absence.

“Memorize a sunset for me.

I no longer see.

Memorize the passing of 

the clouds

in grey and blue

And I,

Will memorize you.”