An argument, three failures, and what the failures leave The conclusion at the end of this shouldn't be accepted on its own. Stated flat, it sounds like a shrug: whether a preference is really yours is not a question you can answer, and the harder it presses the less answerable it gets. Said cold, that … Continue reading Everything Becomes Taste
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The Clean Small Song
You go down empty-handed or the telling is a lie. That was the first thing Weha put in me, before the breath work, before the shelves, before she ever let me past the first drop. A teller carries nothing up. Not one shell, not one fish, not the smallest bright thing you fall in love … Continue reading The Clean Small Song
