The Strange Story

Time and again, I have proved to myself the superiority of friendship over love. What draws my heart towards one…

What endures?

There are parts of me, parts of my body, parts of my heart, and parts of my essence that I…

Tokens, anyone?

Before we move on, I want to confess something: Death is a gift. Death is a gift. Death is a…

Communion

Where can I find some space, some peace, some silence free from else to perform this ritual – pooping –…

Notes: Body Bags & Meat

I am again beginning to take down notes, thoughts, words, ideas, inklings, the sound of wind as it passes by…

Avoidance

Look at the cuticles that stick out of your fingers, and bite them away. Stand up from the bench and…

Traffic Rules

Only one pursuit of heart I can follow at once, and moving forward, and be of completely clear conscience; because…