It is some hour past midnight. You are nudged to the edge of the bed. There is no clock in the room, but you can hear the silent minutes slow down to louder seconds as you tell yourself to keep the peace in your people by remaining still on the edge. Each present tik soundsContinue reading “Align Yourself with the Mountains”
A collection of my writings. A spool of thoughts undone.
Beisan's Burble 