Welcome to ship-war Switzerland. I hear the badgers are sneaky this time of year.

We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero's shoulders and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.

but monsters are always hungry, darling, and they're only a few steps behind you, finding the flaw, the poor weld, the place where we weren't stitched up quite right, the place they could almost slip right into through if the skin wasn't trying to keep them out, to keep them here, on the other side of the theater where the curtain keeps rising.


"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past" (F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby).

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