.heksenhaus.

the cat sleeps and the rain falls and i can, if only for the briefest of moments, enjoy the respite.

shadows may be unreal, yet, they still have so much weight that we bear in silence.

i see bright green environmentalism through the same lens as luddism: technology should be used only to both better our lives and lessen our destructive impact on the world.

as water falls against the teeth, my skin blooms with inflammation, new topographies, new shades of red.

we mustn't imagine sisyphus, happy or otherwise.

let it all be done, or at least let us be done with it.

she said she always dreamed in sepia and laughed until she cried, wheezing, when i believed her (it's a metaphor, silly, she said but there was something about it all that always made me wonder.)