Moonlit river rushes by.
Helical winds blow.
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
Sunday, November 6, 2016
It has come to my attention
It has come to my attention that I am a romantic and also that the world may end, and so, if there's to be no air to breathe, no room for truth or liberty, and if tomorrow we could be pulled apart in a world cleaved, then all I ask is this: let me hold your hands and head, and tell me what you cherish and dread as we stare down the abyss.