I’m looking at my nails now. They look like steam. White and brown, live and dead- like an opaque barrier between what is and what could be. At the end of my fingers are crusty crescents of a stale star.
In the ambit of possibility, where does beyond begin?
Day 48 of 108
Today was a strange day and I learned or rather relearned a lesson. - when it is really dark and tough, take the first step. I did not go t...
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