Status Updates From Las olas

“Pouring down the walls of my mind, running together, the day falls copious, resplendent”
“Oh, to awake from dreaming!”
love the section on p 19 (“Everything became softly amorphous, as if the china of the plate flowed and the steel of the knife were liquid.”) Solidity is replaced by erosion.

Percival, el normie, les está comiendo la cabeza 💀

“I will take my anguish and lay it upon the roots under the beech trees. I will examine it and take it between my fingers.”

A conspicuous closeness which when bridged only serves to emphasize a disunity which is now an ever-fixed mark…