- Vol. 05
- Chapter 01
Image by Alicia Bock/Stocksy
super-presence of death
A future so determined, it breathes presence more than the noise of this immediate now, cutting through the crystal lattices of my neighborhood's bones.
On my stereo, Nick Cave was singing a sad ballad: "Death is not the end" but I can't stop thinking about "would-be orphan" moments
and all the laughs which are yet to be laughed,
and all the drinks that I am supposed to buy for the whole universe during the weekend's happy-hour.