window panes & frost flowers

... senselessly wandering along, senselessly wandering through a senselessly obscene world

what could have lured me to this desolate part of the country but a longing to stay here?

the burden of memory

the nameless multitudes fallen between the cracks of the city

the section of a garden cultivated to be wild

the world is more fragile, more tenuous than we could ever know

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