a week of waking up at 3am, feels like what my body prefers
thieves of memory
bastionlike and singularly monolithic drape of a fall with an inaccessible plateau, on which an amaranthine mirror and chair, comparatively inconsequential in size, face outward
contours of an ensembled intention
rWish u the best energy as much as you ever will need. World is tiring but sourceful enough for something small enough like you and me
similar to the warmth of a bonfire
a quiet and empty ghost's maze architected flimsy plastic 탈 worn outside to hide ourselves from onlookers from the building across Outdoor screening of a "signal film" featuring a speedily edited version of some One's work, accoladed watermarks scrolling