Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul…

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

an instant expanded to pleroma

Little memories eddy in the endless flow of the river of time.

Joy Division – 1980

Ooh, come with me – To the fields

One little indian

Don't give up

Against the night wielding the darkest of arts.

Every spring, graduation season stirs something ancient in me—ghosts of choices, absences, and half-formed goodbyes.