2021-02-11 2:00:41 ¶ ● ⬈

bloodbuzzed:

> richard siken - anyway // the worm king’s lullaby

[text ID: He was point at the moon but I was looking at his hand. He was dead anyway, a ghost. I’m surprised I saw his hand at all. The moon, of course, is always there - day moon, but it’s still there, behind the clouds but it’s still there. I like seeing things: a hand, the moon, ice in a highball glass. The moon? It’s free, it doesn’t cost you anything so go ahead and look. / He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand. He was dead anyway, a ghost. I’m surprised I saw his hand at all. All this was prepared for me. All this was set in motion long ago. I live in someone else’s future. I stayed as long as I could, he said. Now look at the moon. /end ID]

2021-02-22 2:00:46 ¶ ●

[text ID: A kid under a tablecloth insists he’s a ghost. A table underneath a tablecloth is, I guess, like the rest of us, only pretending to be invisible. /end ID]

2021-02-24 2:00:42 ¶ ●

[text ID: Sure, everyone wants the same things—to belong, and to not be left behind—but still, does it help? Perhaps. /end ID]