A former Buddhist monk got me thinking that time is a horrifying illusion that we can transcend.
The sacred excavation of helixed antiquity and brand-newness.
The way the wax makes love to the wane: this is the faithfulness you are held with.
A dream sparks confusion, wistfulness, and mystical possibility.
I explore all kinds of things that are weird to think about and invite you to join me.
She, who is fearless, who walks out of the wilderness feral-shouldered and unbroken.