A now-vanished newsstand held the seeds of understanding ambiguity.
Some days I want change. Today is such a day.
This fractal fate, this chance in time…
You haunt the edges…
“My dear, I can’t stay – you have a disease, I’m afraid…”
“Their. Own. Communities.” – Three problems there.
What does it mean to say – “violence isn’t the answer”?
We’ve always been quarantined from each other.
“It seems you still have your wits about you.”
According to Darwin, this Skeleton shouldn’t survive.