TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations & other curiosities :: profile 10.12.22 The ego dissolves in the woods at twilight. You are a white shaggy dog sniffing a stranger's hand. You are ferns curled and yellow. You are mushrooms, half-eaten or miraculously whole. You are the last bright berries clinging to a rowan tree. You are the stream whispering homeward. |