poems + prose + rambles

pick pick poke poke what’s that? oops, it’s bleeding.

ah. well, it reminds me of when i get that rush in my chest, as if a giant wave of water and oxygen and possibility were moving through me, connecting me to the past, the future, and other beings.

— Sasha

It is one thing to show a man that he is in error, and another to put him in possession of truth.

— John Locke