A letter from Jul 16, 2025

Darkness pours down the funnel and onto the man he tilts his head up into the orifice which spills the cold freezing shocking thing as it travels down his forehead onto his shoulders and lower back it sends waves through his body its body his body all bodies and he laughs hysterically as he gains reign of the cold pulling onto its reins and propelling himself forward. The road ahead is infinite; the sun is but another milestone to pass by in the endless horizon there are many false paths with false starts that all lead back to the main road so ubiquitous in its markings so clear in its makings to forget it was even there is almost impossible and when the false paths take hold you’ll remember why it's there. Its bricks are made of sunshine carved intricately into coffers made of golden light open them and the endless love of all creation lays waiting. The stabbing spears, wars of attrition, hermit self offerings, self annihilations, all fauna forgotten in this present afterworld. Grab on to the rays of forward and forget the days before all will be as it is and needs to be. It’s here and it will always wait for you. It is here with you. Always.