here {a poem}
we hold hands in the dark deep earth
samhain: meditations on death & liminality
Wrapped up as a perfect circle. The snake bites its own tail not because it is foolish, but because everything is a cycle. The beginning is the end is the beginning is the end.
avoidant {a poem}
please enjoy a poem for which I have no handy excerpt but this.
briefly for a few moments in space-time
everything that we are will always go on. nothing that we are will ever truly disappear, until the universe itself is no more than someone else’s memory.
on Books I've Read/on Chosen Family/on Dramas I've Watched/on Happiness/on Neurodivergence/the Cycle of the Seasons
and now I am forty-six
I feel hopeful. I haven’t felt very hopeful in a while. I feel like there are people and things and places in this timeline that I haven’t got to quite yet, and the possibilities have not been erased. Even though this might be the darkest timeline, here we all are.
the premonition, by banana yoshimoto
Reading this book was like pausing and allowing the story to come to me as it was. Reading this book was like a tea ceremony, measured and careful and holy and warm and whole unto itself.