The house on the top of the hill awakens. The large central window (its mouth) opens and its tongue unfurls (it’s actually the old lady...

Photo by Plato Terentev on Pexels.com Mine is a crusade to understand this brokenness, with a solid probability that I never will. Like...

Photo by Josie Stephens I dedicated myself to finding the truth. Dug in places that were dank and dark, unearthing the unmentionable....