if I identify with anyone from the past it’s the first guy who was like “I’m gonna casually smash this stone” and then found a whole glittering universe of crystals inside it
some nights you dream in your head. some nights you dream in your belly. the belly dreams are harder to remember but are so much more sloshing and delicious
Public transport? That’s when you and fellow-man are conveyed from one place to the next in harmony? They don’t let the train leave until everyone is holding hands?
infuriating all the scientists by telling them everything is poetry and infuriating all the poets by telling them everything is science and being right both times
a small dragon that perches above me while I sleep, and snaps bad dreams out of the air before they can burrow into my ears. I hear a crunch as I drift back to sleep. in the morning they sleep, their belly full of my darkness
The rats have been introduced to religion. Pamphlets left drifting in gutters have run down into their dark wet homes. They read them. They collected them into books. They gather underground at night and sing, their hideous voices rising up in praise to a God they will never understand.
