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Quemadmodum gladius neminem occidit; occidentis telum est
What if you slept. And what if in your sleep you dreamed. And what if In your dream you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower. And what if when you awoke you had that flower in your hand. Ah, what then? If you never saw the stars, candles were enough. They were now just him and her. Not even that. They were only the time that they held between them. You could love the sleek, efficient beauty of a brand-new bullet train, but only a fool could imagine it would love you back. It was a sort of ferocious, quiet beauty, the sort that wouldn’t let you admire it. The sort of beauty that just always hurt. It was, she thought, just as she felt when she looked at the stars,... If he had no one to wrap their arms around him when he was sad, could he be forgiven for letting his anger lead him? “Tears don’t become us.” Night is as dark as you feel it ought to be.

2. Feb. 2025
Quemadmodum gladius neminem occidit; occidentis telum est
What if you slept. And what if in your sleep you dreamed. And what if In your dream you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower. And what if when you awoke you had that flower in your hand. Ah, what then? If you never saw the stars, candles were enough. They were now just him and her. Not even that. They were only the time that they held between them. You could love the sleek, efficient beauty of a brand-new bullet train, but only a fool could imagine it would love you back. It was a sort of ferocious, quiet beauty, the sort that wouldn’t let you admire it. The sort of beauty that just always hurt. It was, she thought, just as she felt when she looked at the stars,... If he had no one to wrap their arms around him when he was sad, could he be forgiven for letting his anger lead him? “Tears don’t become us.” Night is as dark as you feel it ought to be.
2. Feb. 2025







