Everything we consume and speak is tied to trust. Flying like Icarus, unshakable as a solid gold feather.

We consume and speak for future generations.

Every word is a shovel I use to dig a cathedral out of my nose. It is risky, like feeding pine nuts to a six-toed giant from Zimzummim.

What makes visions sterile is if their father never lets them fly from his mouth. Visions lay eggs in skulls that hatch and peck out of strangers’ sockets and eardrums. That is why visionaries worship like they are drowning.

Take these words or leave them like all the millions of words we ignore. Some other time, then.


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