#sjdlfja

It is a simulated thing, called upon by music or the careful placement of words with images

shorthands for second-hand experiences that had settled so close to wherever my sense of self is housed in my body

what is that? that magic, that completely abstracted construction that reconnects with inherent parts of ourselves

some sort of normalised transcendence

This sadness, it is born from an aborted thing. a hope turned to dust, a loss

that’s all we fear in life, loss