That Joy Hard poem—OH. "We must matter to the strange god who imagines us as we revolve together in the dark sky on the path to the Milky Way." Yes yes & yes.
And I happen to love these studio pieces! There's a really lovely freedom to your writing and work in that environment, and it's a joy to see "the [your!!] neurons run amok."
That Joy Hard poem—OH. "We must matter to the strange god who imagines us as we revolve together in the dark sky on the path to the Milky Way." Yes yes & yes.
And I happen to love these studio pieces! There's a really lovely freedom to your writing and work in that environment, and it's a joy to see "the [your!!] neurons run amok."