“No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence--that which makes its truth, its meaning--its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream--alone.”
― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

being delusional is what's pushing me through life

Eileen Myles, ‘Basic August’

Incurable lover of the grotesque

Summer haze
“August of another summer, and once again
I drink the sun
and the lilies are spread across the water”
-Mary Oliver, from Felicity, The pond

If, just for a moment, heaven could open its doors and let me say hi, I'd want to do it today. Here's a birthday hug from earth.🤍🎉🥀