I was dying and you asked me what are you doing here? I really can't articulate how much this hurts. Dying was never this painful. Dying wasn't hard. It's the living I have to do now that feels unbearable.
I'm just so cold. Somewhere, even now, there is sunlight, but here, there is only ice and snow and darkness. A blanket of white as far as I can see, and biting, howling wind slapping at my face. What have I done? The ground is frozen solid, and I let myself fall backward into powdery … Continue reading Wyoming Winter
There is a void blooming inside me, A galaxy waiting to be born. My body is not mine, A probable crushed culture shock and awe. Please release me. I want to go home. We have to go back to the start. It might be too late.
A moment in the soul, point by point, through the passage of time and space, leaking out into the physical world. A soul in mathematical theory, captivated by a single searing interest, worlds in worlds to infinity falling again and again. A longing, hungry and loud, reaching into deeper and more remote hidden doorways and … Continue reading