where have they scattered/
our cold brittle bones...?
“Consumption is not a passion for substances,” wrote Jean Baudrillard, “but a passion for the code.” (via via @saintsoftness)
"Mariposa
Butterflies are white and blue
In this field we wander through.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Death comes in a day or two.
All the things we ever knew
Will be ashes in that hour:
Mark the transient butterfly,
How he hangs upon the flower.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Suffer me to cherish you
Till the dawn is in the sky.
Whether I be false or true,
Death comes in a day or two."
--Edna St Vincent Millay
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