Share this post20,000 Stepslovewithstrangers.substack.comCopy linkFacebookEmailNoteOther20,000 StepsCity Oscillations and Sound TracksWylie GarciaSep 15, 2022Share this post20,000 Stepslovewithstrangers.substack.comCopy linkFacebookEmailNoteOtherShareThe ChariotBlack Toyota Boss. Holding liquid energy. Viscosity velocity. Easy conversation pours out of our mouths. Not. One. Pause. In. Five. Hours. BalconyThere is a man sitting on his window ledge with feet on the fire escape. Smoking city romance. Holly Go Lightly singing Moon River. The StacksOlfactory Time Travel. Spines lined in alphabetical order, plastic coverings. Dewey Decimal Decisiveness. A glimpse of the moon through the glass and the edge of a Nikolai Astrup. Love shows up in many ways. StarsA glimpse of a fold in denim is enough to send me, fabric fetish space time fluctuations. The tendon from behind the knee attaching to hamstrings is a cave we want to crawl into. A familiar future of infinite forms.FactoriesDon’t hassle me, I'm local. My muse is your muse, our drive to thrive is about her. Her picture is on your wall. Some things last a long time.Banking with a UK Dinner PartyI am one of the few with an accent at the table. An authenticated photo of a rat on a card with words of love and congratulations wants auctioning. A complicated love note, reminiscent of love's first pressings: lips on lips, skin on skin, heart on heart, wound on wound. Banksy was just a weird kid with glasses in art school making shit like the rest of us. The woman of the hour, who stomps on finished work and skids it across dirty studio floors face down is as badass as they come. An old punk is still a punk, and I am at a table full of gorgeous anarchists- delightful. Anonymous RestaurantsI sense you sense in sense nonsense whose scents their scents. He’s using again. Ease the pain somehow. Feel the same way. No one knows where our secrets go. Fool enough to almost be it, cool enough to not quite see it. Doomed. Sleep SicknessSad love playlists. The good old days, Robin Williams reads Jumanji, I rolled the TseTse flies and now tightness and fever runs alternating current pulsations through my conduit. Paxlovid game packets three pills twice a day, your move.20,000 stepsI am the mother of my streets. Babe, I got uuuuuu. Each step an incantation. We will get blisters, but who else will break in those walking shoes?Sound TracksThrough the window morning glory. Sun day. Rain day. Fog Day. Another mood day. Rise and fall: breathing. We are warm vapor. Pausing-to-find-g-d-in-between. Love with Strangers is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Donations also welcome! Venmo @wylie-garciaSubscribe