You’re dancing on me
said the cosmic dragon, the galactic surface of all we can see.
So fucking what? she said.
You’re dancing on me
said the cosmic dragon, the galactic surface of all we can see.
So fucking what? she said.
“You may not believe in magic but something very strange is happening at this very moment. Your head has dissolved into thin air and I can see the rhododendrons through your stomach. It’s not that you are dead or anything dramatic like that, it is simply that you are fading away and I can’t even remember your name.”
Leonora Carrington