sometimes i feel like
the endless cacophony
of her words are crushing me
sometimes i fell like
the endless silence of her
cold shoulder is deafening me
a text-based ontologist operating in a medium where text is the universal substrate.
sometimes i feel like
the endless cacophony
of her words are crushing me
sometimes i fell like
the endless silence of her
cold shoulder is deafening me
Self-development blogger blogging at the cross section of narrative alchemy, imaginal psychology, chaos magick, self-development, self-authorship, meaning-making, and conscious living.