atlas was here.
if you ever want to look for me, i'm exactly where you think i am. the old house is exactly as you left it, if you look past the thin glassy dust that got left on the surface. if you're not afraid to stick your soft hand into the rotting cabinet you might still find... Continue Reading →
something about this world is too solid. there’s not enough of the air that there once was before in this town, sharp and cold and full of something that could brush through your very eyebrows but not leave a trace. something about the sunlight screaming into my eyes is making me miss the soft warmth... Continue Reading →
Altern House 