Overthinking e a lei dos retornos decrescentes - On Navel-gazing and finding out that your navel is the door to the abyss O pensamento sofre de diminishing returns. A partir do momento que se torna …

Made by Us: a Fool of myself. I’ll stitch up a new self from the carcass and the leftovers of our memories and dreams. I’ll have pieces of different people; from those who loved me, and …

I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff—and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. And from the inside, too, I’d duplicate …