“Now the Sirens have a weapon even more terrible than their song, namely, their silence.”
 
   —Kafka
“Listen to a lonely anesthesia wave. Nepenthe mirrors nothing whenever I embrace her.”
   —Me (via @lori_wike)
    swift darkenings · workshop
    aware of hawk's boxkite
    final answer onset
    origin blurred birdsong


 
 
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