"If that is true, then the world is not approaching a red line, it is living on the other side of it."
"The gray mists and the grayer houses were full of the menace of memory: they were like traitorous tombs from which the cadavers of dead hours poured forth to assail me with envenomed fangs and talons." —@klarkasht.bsky.social
regular sadness
not desperate rending grief
dawn beached hard to tell
exactly what it had been
only you know that it's dead


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