Walking back here for the first time, I think, in years. There are corpses laid out, hands to the sky, asking why? Why would I return? Why did I leave? How did I get here?Un-imposed silence here connotes noise elsewhere. A separate channel. This is true, however, it's the noise of a prison. A monotonous, … Continue reading Scorched Earth
Zizek
Otters
I write here today... because I otter.Wheyyyoooo!Trigger Warning - Slavery, Allusions to sexual violenceThat was likely the best part of this little ramble, as I try to both collect and construct my thoughts about life and all its recent mysteries. Since last we spoke, much has happened. Or has it? Is my nut just wilting? … Continue reading Otters
MrHummels 