Apr 12, 2019
A discordant, clashing melody and a harmony of molten disaster- that's what we were. That was all we had been, all we were, all we would ever be. But adaption has always, by some stroke of dumb luck, been one of the greatest human strengths. The ability to listen, watch, and learn. To hear the underlying chords that would make us beautiful again, a symphony of winded wings, winding scars, starry slings and earthen stars. It took us longer than we'd like to admit to realize that they'd been there all along, just out of order and out of tune.
- an snippet from a book i write with every day of breath and suspended memory