Africa

Africa

If somebody showed up at your house, confiscated your possessions, shot half of your family, spat on your altar, gave you a black eye, and then called you an ambulance (yes, you would still need to pay the medical bill), would you be grateful for the humanitarian aid?

Little Deaths

Little Deaths

A ghost of you is everywhere. I feel dumb, helpless and enlightened. I think about all the places where we used to go every weekend. Restaurants, our faces, laughing. Trust, ease, feeling comfortable. Where the fuck did it all go? I refuse to think about quantum...

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