there is something invigorating and radically hopeful about acknowledging the potential contained in each small thought, every minute action. the little things from forgotten corners of memory, the small acts we perform each day, when taken together can transform the fabric of our existence and understanding.
so it seems fitting that the start of my writing here should begin with some of these fragments, markers on the path that got me here.
"O swallow swallow
These fragments I have shored against my ruins."