“And what is more it may be that we find him there more truly than when we thought we saw Him in the light of our own dim day.” I want to grasp all corners of the future, to make sure no wild angel arrives with a message I cannot fiat. I line the insides of my stomach with thick Icelandic donuts. I'm not sure why. What am I hoping for that my body reminds me. I try to silence the hole with food. It’s freezing in the basement, and I stoke the fires of my mitochondrial hearths with cords and cords of fuel. In the face of the future’s uncertainty, I transform my alimentary canal into a pantry.
grain of wheat falls to the ground
grain of wheat falls to the ground
grain of wheat falls to the ground
“And what is more it may be that we find him there more truly than when we thought we saw Him in the light of our own dim day.” I want to grasp all corners of the future, to make sure no wild angel arrives with a message I cannot fiat. I line the insides of my stomach with thick Icelandic donuts. I'm not sure why. What am I hoping for that my body reminds me. I try to silence the hole with food. It’s freezing in the basement, and I stoke the fires of my mitochondrial hearths with cords and cords of fuel. In the face of the future’s uncertainty, I transform my alimentary canal into a pantry.