Pouring imagination through calloused hands. Tiny stories that culminate in hearing a rainbow and retrieving rubies. Spelunking limestone caves and rusty red canyons. A friendship fully fractured by foolish failures. Trading away thin slices of life for an Other, rather than another. Stacks of unsorted art, depreciating with every ink drop. The restlessness of unfinished work. The lines between pacing and complacency smudging together. All one can do is hurry up and wait.
2:17 p.m. - 2023-02-16
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