When I think of time, I think of narrative,
condensation that forms a line of drops across windows so a finger could draw connections— A face leaning close, as close as one could hover next to another to propose a point from which to begin— […]
condensation that forms a line of drops across windows so a finger could draw connections— A face leaning close, as close as one could hover next to another to propose a point from which to begin— […]