jonathancastellino: swaying.to.a.song.we.did.not.sing
jonathancastellino: often.I.think.they.must.have.only.gone.out
jonathancastellino: all.the.hours
jonathancastellino: when.the.ordinary.becomes.suspect
jonathancastellino: the.darkness.of.unreason
jonathancastellino: bound.by.tragedy
jonathancastellino: when.reason.is.a.room
jonathancastellino: other.ghosts.than.ours
jonathancastellino: condemned.
jonathancastellino: things.fall.apart
jonathancastellino: provisory.
jonathancastellino: lane.splitting
jonathancastellino: just.fall.asleep
jonathancastellino: un.recounted
jonathancastellino: the.examiner