Ode to Missor
"Not merely more gas, we've had quite enough of left wing wind and art-talk guff."
A Safe Space for Unsafe Ideas
A theological reflection on bona fide aesthetics — the artwork as the incarnation of the divine.
I kissed her back with the hesitation of a broken record, skipping on the same sweet lie. Just one more hit!
My confusion must be showing, because she repeats the phrase again, slowly, as if talking to a child, and no longer as a question. 'Let's-go-home.'
That house in Portugal isn't a dream. It's a fucking burden...