Why do we poke at the evening with light? Still why does it seem that the dusk is contrite? Myriad eyes have seen, many teeth…
As some things are forgotten to make much more room for this swelling brain, cased and unnormalizably doomed to repeat this facet until I get…
Never have I known someone to smile so wide– discerning and kind of like those moments that we spent taming our brains to recognize structures,…