Basement

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what would I do if I were me?

what is it really about?

love, mostly. actually fully. but what isn't? it's too simple.

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I'm tired, I don't care about half of these things, I have lost the plot.

I am looking with a magnifying lens and there is a big figure at my back looking at me. There is no separation and I have made it my task to study how things come apart but things never come apart they just keep coming and a part.

I am lost and I don't know and that is allowed.

Where do I go from here? What do I keep? How do I digest this without choking?