Ever catch yourself lost in a thought, drifting between the covers of the mundane and the magical? Yeah, it happens to me often. Like that time I...
There’s a method in your whispering.
Catching little fragments, piecing together fragments - it’s a puzzle, an art, a casual chat with destiny as evidenced all around, or maybe just in your coffee. Ever wonder if...
Remember the fragile little things...
Alter paths, nameless roads - don't you find solace in the murky you? Maybe we should just hum along, sing our silent symphonies as shadows pass. And it’s there, right where the sidewalks meet: