October 7, 2024
The attic felt like a doorway to another present, where the border between the future and the past was homogenous. The remnants of my grandfather’s life merged with the fragments of dreams that haunted my sleep.
June 17, 2023
May 31, 2023
ripe petal perfume swells in his nose congests his course ambushed silver aura imprisoned by her ashy trance
January 30, 2023
