Interpersonal galaxies make up the space above my head. A halo of shining lovers and collapsed stars. This iron crown of tiny people is named solipsism. And it's also all of us. The way we make the sun glow. We all exist in orbit to one another. Maybe this is just the way I'm polarized. Built from experiences and ineffable gears.
12:21 p.m. - 2016-10-24
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