I am fated to journey hand in hand with my strange heroes and to survey the surging immensity of life, to survey it through the laughter that all can see and through the tears unseen and unknown by anyone.
“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