Sunday, July 05, 2026

( me / via )

"But it’s in the narrow streets that turn without warning, in the weight of the air in certain doorways that Prague’s secrets whisper."

"transhumance"

white candle darkening sky
zircons in fiberglass
these deadlines
cast among expedients
music from the flaking loom

sparing of maps
upon cool umber
put the round aside

white candle darkening sky
zircons in fiberglass

" We are not nudging the thermostat for a season or a generation. We are setting it for longer than all of recorded history."

The trouble with psychology is not that it’s not true; it’s that it wants to be respectable.

Don't Expect.

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