Mona has been lying naked for quite some time now.
I don’t know what I want. Very rarely do. You would think that would be something primal, innate – inescapable even. Humans are monsters of want. It should have nothing to do with knowing oneself— I should want deeply, concretely. Meaning and other nebulous cognitive cave dwellers can be uncertain: Random particles and combinations forming […]
I was coming out of Pirates Alley and turning onto Royal Street when I heard the note that lasts forever.