There, the front gate. Enemy made at last form shape substance and location. I lost you countless times before I learned how to count then Ego, always the dreamer, willed me out of the mess before it could drown me. I heard London pass away in harmonic pandemonia that only a classical archetype might weave. […]

às vezes – muitas vezes – vejo istotão de cima (da escala mais importanteonde o grão de areiae a centelha imprevisível se juntam),e ao mesmo tempotão de baixo (da miríadede pessoas piores que eu ja fui)e pelos lados (do pontode vistade quem se cruza comigo)que para nao haver uma implosaotem de ser feito,e consagrado,um sacrificio […]

i think i met all thewrong men beforeyou and i think theyruined me but ithink you’re reallyhandsome the waya map is handsome,with skin wide opensoaked in the wholeworld’s ink. ithink i’m done pullingpaint off walls ithink i want to readyou the names ofevery city that everburned down, i thinkwe’d like it there -Safia Elhillo