My name is Will and I want to be (a wizard, a lawyer, a forensic anthropologist, an air bender, a mutant, an upper east sider, a reader, a writer, a Londoner, and) your friend.
Posted 2 weeks ago
for the hands are like two open books, not for the real or supposed reasons put forward by chiromancy, with its heart lines and its life lines, yes, life, ladies and gentlemen, you heard correctly, life, but because they speak when they open and close, when they caress or strike, when they wipe away a tear or disguise a smile, when they rest on a shoulder or wave goodbye, when they work, when they are still, when they sleep, when they wake
Death with Interruptions
Posted 2 weeks ago
…because, sir, in case you don’t know it, words move, they change from one day to the next, they are as unstable as shadows, are themselves shadows, which both are and have ceased to be, soap bubbles, shells in which one can barely hear a whisper, mere tree stumps…
death, Death with Interruptions