Mortalities

In the face of the Earth. In the manner of words. All reasons to breathe, all reasons to see. They are gone away againManner of Words – East India YouthWe’re in the realm of death-literature here, which may not be your thing. As ever, on DialM, I know …

Fakeloma

I’m all by myself, as I’ve always felt. I’ll betray myself to anyoneSoma – Smashing PumpkinsForgive me while I go off on one, againSafe to touch?As my sons could tell you, there are two kinds of nettles, growing along the side of our twitten. One …