"I couldn’t kill the painter in me. In fact, it resurrected."
The Three Suns · in the thick of winter
jaunty & tiki-adjacent
a lull allayed · with lessened stress
strew with laughing arpeggios
"I thought to live
two centuries, or three--
yet here comes death
to me, a child
just eight-five years old."
--Hanabusa Ikkei via @josephfasano.bsky.social
"Long before I became me, I could see myself."
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