Color
Of the redness of the rose.
Of the redness of the rose.
An archetypal narrative revisited.
It wanted to exist.
May this series of curated photons agitate your amalgamated neurons.
Pray tell, do you believe you are a good person?
On the ethics of knowing.
Find it, lest you perish, perish long, long before the grave— before the earth can take you whole, before the wind can claim your name. It is fading now, the ember, swallowed deep beneath the skin. Do you feel it?—the slow undoing, the silent rot, the hollow din? You
You might just find it worth it.
To do what you say, and make even the skeptics dare believe.
There is a reasonable way. There is also an unreasonable way.
Society has rules. But what if you pretended it didn't?
One will be a lesson; the other will wilt your soul.