carpe diem | Crepuscularious

Silver Mote

ThoughtsJuly 5, 2020

That is the lesson in all of this. You have your window. Whatever it is. However long that you’ve been allotted. For all of it. For your passions, your hates, your learning, your feasting, your rock star idolatry. And as situated and stone-bound as you may feel, fate can swirl you up and away you go, onto your new, juicy adventure and all of this, grand and horrific and sublime and stupid as it is, goes away.

Death Ward

Old Lessons, ThoughtsJune 18, 2020

And they, with delicate hands so very rarely seen and never thanked or held, clear away the silver pudding skin of time and throw all of that delicious stuff, the umami of the spirit, the meat that makes a man from a mouse, a woman from a whisper, back in the pot of what might yet be.