One can attempt to explain this Administration in a variety of ways, but folie à deux is perhaps too optimistic, and on the other hand I do not want to believe that we get what we deserve.
“And into another room and another room and room and room and room, all the corridors, we poured carafes of their blood down our throats. Then the final room we stood in, with still-open windows, untouched, illuminate. We wanted to inhabit the light and be inhabited by it. Our fingers knew the ritual.”
Lisa Marie Basile | Nympholepsy