A spooky walk home from the pub.
"Saw someone on Insta compare the current state of publishing to fast fashion and that is the most depressingly accurate analogy. I’ve lost count of the books I’ve DNFed whose seams are already coming apart, are missing a button, or who think one size fits all and it’s a 6 in taupe." --@joannanadin.bsky.social
"The Moth
Isled in the midnight air,
Musked with the dark's faint bloom,
Out into glooming and secret haunts
The flame cries, 'Come!'
Lovely in dye and fan,
A-tremble in shimmering grace,
A moth from her winter swoon
Uplifts her face:
Stares from her glamorous eyes;
Wafts her on plumes like mist;
In ecstasy swirls and sways
To her strange tryst."
--Walter de la Mare
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