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

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.

how many roads must a man walk down?

The Story of Lumchai