Spiritual olive, man devoid, extinguished moment. Allure of the sea, whispers haunting and scent of invocation; what reason is there, then for pungent yet original statement? I should ignore the stains of hot-pink profanity; cries of a thousand hordes, saying this is not the way it’s meant to be, who… Read more“Spiritual Olive, Man devoid, Extinguished Moment”
Month: April 2021
What Sorrows Are You Drowning?
We aren’t meant to be faultless, to be curated in a world where risotto is compared to lobster; supple grains of rice perfumed of parmesan and wine and replete with butter—we ought to remember this when the rain is pelting down. What sorrows are you drowning, and why? Do you… Read more“What Sorrows Are You Drowning?”