It comes on like a wave, That’s what it feels like, A surge, A swell, Uplift from within. And then,…
Chapter II. The thick plottens.
What can we, in this world, possibly say to travelers on the border of the living and the dead.
Between February 12th and February 14th, I fasted for three days. These are the notes from that experience. They are not revelatory, or even that interesting, but I recorded them for posterity.
A novella in 3rd person with a 1st person infection.
More than before, I’ve been thinking about conflicting messages in art.
Do you sneeze when you stare at the sun?