It’s supposed to read metamorphosis, not oblivion. Entering a chrysalis.
Doesn’t always work out that way.
The surroundings are forever marred and shifted, hopefully for the better.
Shedding skin. Retreating even beyond the Hanged Man’s lair.
Remember, though, that only life can truly separate.
She has collared the lion for her mount, regal bearing seemingly without effort. Overt displays of strength usually hide a weak core, […]
Today’s announcement of the closure of the HMV store at Robson and Burrard in Vancouver sparked a bunch of Twitter commentary, including […]
It’s Canada Day today here in the Great White North, so while I generally eschew all these special days as a bunch […]
Union through alchemy. Or rather, union is alchemy. Deliberate synthesis, more in the analog sense than the digital. Salt meets sulphur. The […]
