You get mixed up in stories and legends and soon you can’t distinguish them from facts anymore, because history and legend are uninterrupted threads

A treasure of perfume surrounds me

on living here, on being lived by me.

Of all the gifts existence deigns upon us there isn’t one more precious to our kind than the misread and undervalued gift of freedom, a gift we’re blinded to when we are young.

I’m on the edge of existence, looking out at nothing, the substantial, rich, eclectic nothing of which all reality is woven.