Whatβs to come of what time I have left? Weβhave left?
Author: Girassol
(Sic)arphus
Perhaps unsurprisingly, little of my time over the past year and change has been meaningfully dedicated to any craft of my own thoughts and ideas. So I was inspired to journal as I climbed a mountain in the front range of the Rockies earlier this month, engaging in a sort of automatic writing in the spirit of the Surrealists β a linguistic mirror reflecting my thoughts throughout the excursion.
Amaranthine Weak
Styx & stones mustn’t rend my bones.
Midwinterim
All we all have to do (the most difficult part) is remember…
ππ‘π π ππͺ πΈππ₯ππ π
What made Iusticia stand out was never her condition.
MAiD In(n)
What’ll we do…?
The Roses
It was the only place everything could be.
Bygone Prometheus
Bearing witness to a captive, broken god.
MeMori
I Am From Everywhere All At Once And Never Again Forever
Shifts Passing in the Night
Being at sea is like being everywhere and nowhere all at once.