but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
"Put a blanket."
kind of mythopoesis
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
it is hopeful
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Thank you, Jack
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
we need to be deconstructing our identities