Lies, Lies, Lies, and More Lies
The best kind are the ones you tell yourself. Like when I wrote that I would absolutely not miss any more days of writing. Of course not. I would never.
(Ink on Paper)
The Ebb and Flow of Night
Alone:
(Ink on Paper, 365 book)
In its tight narrative context:
(Ibid)
And in its current, bounded universal reality (with flag pages unfurled):
(Ibid)
