… in thoughtless-ness. Through gathering clouds, somebody looks up and remembers: ‘Stars move, too…’
Smudges and cracks, scars and doubt: Imp… in thoughtless-ness. Through gathering clouds, somebody looks up and remembers: ‘Stars move, too…’
Smudges and cracks, scars and doubt: Imperfections are what hold this shattered world together. Geometry never tended to a wound, or found what’s beautiful. Weeds know this, gorgeously, whether t…