Playing with verse or prose. Love of the word. Love of their sounds.
There is something in my head that won’t leave me and I don’t know how to capture it, and it’s a picture that I can barely see. It is a ghost of an emotion and a time for me to dwell by the river, and the river is a tree which has a noise that draws me, and that is where I die and where I want to die, and it is where I can fill my heart with the crumbs of earth
this too, you see
will fade.
The Allusionist is frequently surprising, subversive and powerful. This episode was an early, shining example.
Memory is weak, like water. It is strong, like waves.
People sometimes say that names don’t hold meaning. That they don’t define you. But they can. And in the age of the internet, usernames are an opportunity to add meaning to who you are.
Some days are loud and you can’t bear the sound of your own buzzing thoughts. These are the days that you know you won’t try.
I asked them if they needed help. They seemed to say ‘please leave us be’.