I Can Still Hear You Saying You Would Never Break the Chain
News Staff
This is a difficult time of year for me. The world starts to smell different around March. Things develop a heaviness, a staleness. Water turns brackish around me. Things darken. There is rot. It is my soul, you see, as if my body goes through a reverse awakening of sorts.
Thu, 04/13/2023 - 00:00