Escape by Transformation
There is something savory about the friction furnished by the subtle stubble on your face; it’s like a gentle, tingly massage cueing me in to the currency of the moment. If … Continue reading Escape by Transformation
to a growing existence…
There is something savory about the friction furnished by the subtle stubble on your face; it’s like a gentle, tingly massage cueing me in to the currency of the moment. If … Continue reading Escape by Transformation
As though I’d find that golden key, escaping from the corridors of my mind at 2:44 in the morning. Instead, revisiting familiar, forgotten rooms; the shelves that hide my adolescence … Continue reading The great escape, sequence 32