( lanny quarles on fb / via )

"I see only the horizon, rosy-fingered dawn, cool dusk, broad yellow afternoons. The way time dilates sometimes; a pastel wash that is at once strict and elastic."

"Frog and Toad looked into a mirror.

'Now we look brave,' said Frog.

'Yes, but are we?' asked Toad." --@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

"It's no consolation, but this couintry will not know what hit it, and first the low-information electors with their red caps for brains."

"writing graffiti —
the urge to communicate —
probably futile"

--@internalsun.bsky.social

My World Melts away in the Darkness.