A month of home surgery self-excavation. Documentation by late night candlelight. Dozens and dozens of paper cranes in a hand painted black box. The salvaged skull of a small animal from adolescent journeys given as a gift. A long winter month of internal calibration. Confessions delivered by hand after a drive across infinity. Relegated to plausible deniability and hiding silver and blue wrapping paper beneath a doormat. Careful consideration, callously crushed.
11:12 a.m. - 2018-01-01
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