
Seeing double
Twelve words, six pairings, one rhythm
I write about myself until I learn to write about anyone else
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Twelve words, six pairings, one rhythm

Mistaking repetition for direction.

On the last floor in the wrong room at the wrong time

A queue outside Berlin's underworld leads to heaven. I keep walking. I keep asking. Until all questions disappear. Until I disappear.

Set the scene, dim the lights, and scream action.

To read, or not to read

I'm visiting home often.

Christmas lights, no warmth. Debris, no snow. Disappointments, no gifts. Walls, no home. Lines, no plot.

Grease, heat, and gravity

hero / zero