rambling 6/20/26

a mind standing at the edge of its own history interrogating the past, the selves, the“you” an exploration of entropy in human connection sensory contrast, inability, shared memories the myth of me that is written, that is read porous leaking of imagination across...

the noises in my brain, the ringing in my ears

Since I was eight Or was it even before? I can’t remember I remember it all Oh hey, it’s me How are we doing? I can’t tell anymore I always know Damn look at that apple tree It’s too dark to tell if the fruits ripe yet What was her name? N————?...

rambling 1/7/26

I love to tell stories And lie And be god I love to enthrall And control And be worshiped I have seen the sunrise before the dawn. I have tasted the air on that sweet scented wind. I have been obliterated before heaven’s rocky shores. My soul has been named and it...

rambling 12/15/25

My dreams have been chaotic and violent as of late. Frenzied scenes of color splash across the pale screen behind my eyes. It tickles my brain. An incessant itch beneath hair, and flesh, and bone. Vivid though they may be, what lingers are not the sights nor sounds....

sin-menagerie

I enjoy being myself too much for forgiveness to be of eternal consequence. Also, I often think others should be grateful I’m not entirely myself. Ritual sequestering. Liturgical daydreaming. Banal leisure. The lion devours the peacock. The peacock the snail. The...