Sometimes I pray for disillusionment Though illusions may come with a rush A dissolving of the self Of reality Into something fantastical...

The word boundary is, in a way, problematic. It recalls something definitive, dividing, fixed. Semantics aside, consider that we cannot...

Bumbling about. No, not the app, but still, gaining footing only to lose it again. A certain affinity for seeing every meeting as fate....