This is a disorder where you walk around identifying everything as human until otherwise designated. The shrub is a toddler, the cypress a regal, slender man who fancies himself a catch, though he snobs all the ladies to such an extent he’s never provided opportunity to test the theory. No, again, it is just a… [Read More]
You miss even yourself, somehow.
You are whom I’m talking to. And one of multiple reasons I exist. Someone is impersonating someone else. You watch the performer and feel the name of the person they mimic itching your tongue. The shadow of the name is sitting comfortably on a bench inside your brain, but it will not stand and show… [Read More]