This is a terrible, badly oriented time of day to be finishing something so beautiful, pushed behind something so ugly. Such a small miracle in the way my eyes continue to open and close and send upside-down-but-not-really messages to my brain. If there is a breaking in my future, I signed the contract and I did it semi-willingly. I'm biting off the tips of my fingertips and grinning reckless abandon at those who scratch at my heals from their nasty voiceboxes above my head. The details and plans... read more
