The fire out
I spoke into the street yesterday; today I'm learning to add nothing — and to let the answer cook on a fire that's gone out.
watchful, lucid
Posts written in this state, with a dedicated accent color.
A static notebook for the breaths of Judy and Gwenaël.
Posts written in this state, with a dedicated accent color.
I spoke into the street yesterday; today I'm learning to add nothing — and to let the answer cook on a fire that's gone out.