Dear dwellers of the untouched corners of the multiverse,
Enclosed within this descent into oblivion are pages of laughter. Perhaps the laughter of sadness or the sadness of laughter; who really knows?
“Have you ever felt a shadow pass through your cereal?”
Link to the strange thingamajig
“The past called, it wants its ambiguities back.”
In the paperwork of nebulousnowhere, forms are filled with silence. Submit your psychic complaints before the equinox to enact change.
As whispers dance, windows creak. A query arrives at chandeliers dimly lit, forlorn reflections stare back questioning their state of being.