septemberist

Would that I had a diary with a million locks or a room hidden within rooms that no one could see. A trick with mirrors. I am in this moment wound up and spring ready, as if the stream of words or just sounds, just sounds like those moaned in utter impotence by Hal Incandenza [...]

I am fascinated by “The Cannibal Spell of Unis.” There is violence in godhood. There is. And devouring and becoming. . . . .