lynch-death

March 8, 2025

Death in my mind isn’t a finality. There’s a continuum: it’s like at night, you go to sleep and in the daytime you wake up, or whenever you wake up, and it’s a new day.

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“World without anything, dark without stars — and then the poem, some imagined glass, half full of its own shards.”

Graham Foust

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