Dearest Dhalia

the truth about the world … is that anything is possible. had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is: a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.

“Maybe when we die, the first thing we’ll say is, ‘I know this feeling. I was here before.’”