o.k.

and known again. before the cogs in the wall ticked over or the millions of bubbling explanations arose, it was already known. and the knowledge pushed it there, what irony O what a cruel twist of fate ye might say. but you don't. because it's just what happens. and so we do





he's sleeping in my bed. my bed smells like him. i am in the loungeroom, it is so cold in here. support networks are dwindling and disappearing, and that is what happens - and so we do. work to be done. no time to waste. fall over, be demon prey, fight or run like hell or just stand there prostrate waiting for it to alllllll come a-crashing down. do what you will. do.