I wish somebody would come and sit beside me. It’s cold and I’d like to feel intimate with someone. Take up the same space, breathing the same air. Put my head on your shoulder. We could keep each other warm - two bodies of rushing blood. We don’t have to talk.
An Autumn For Crippled Children - I Beg Thee Not To Spare Me
Let me leave this plain
James Doyle Penrose - The Punishment of Loki
Flooded ruins at Angkor