Our Journals
Where We Contain the Precious
A Meaningless Excercise
by Mandy
......One thing is certain: tonight the rain is black, like soot. I was walking under it and felt it beating black and particulate against my surface. Though you can never be certain. One moment the sky is dark. The next it changes. Any moment it changes. Sometimes I hold my breath counting how many seconds it takes to change. It is a meaningless exercise. It will always change, no matter how long it takes......
Dreams of Outlanders
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every time we trespass in floral ties and birth certificates
umbrella-blessed against harsh winds or sunshine.
we have a way of protecting ourselves,
dematerializing the way stars do against nights of neon and insomnia
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by Mandy
Sisphus Rebord
by Mandy
"......You are taken beyond your material being and your restricted greatness. You—”
“You transcend,” I said.
“That’s right,” said Mr. Bai. “ I transcend.”