When I am running toward, grasping for, hoping and building expectation, that is where I find myself most lost, unsatisfied and unsatiated, prone to disappointment, chain smoking on street corners and wondering where things went so wrong. I cannot seek redemption in other people, but I can find it in myself and this, this was… Continue reading Fucking History
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Flying with Fire
I wasn't sure I would ever find the words. Maybe I haven't yet. Maybe that is the point, the culmination of the feeling of tilting forward, edging toward the event horizon. There are no words for the sense of inversion, a dark pull turned inside out to expel the stars that have lived inside for… Continue reading Flying with Fire
Monomaniacism 