TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations & other curiosities :: profile 01.21.23 I couldn't sleep last night. Well into the night snow heaved off rooftops in great falls, thunderous and always startling, as if immense animals were migrating across the land. Imagine what calving icebergs must sound like as they reveal their green glowing glacial hearts. By midday town was clear of snow and most ice, ready for the wolf moon. |