Pokemon

…Erm, What Is His Name Again?

All I’ve ever known of desire is possession. When he asks me
to name my enemy, it’s always after
someone I used to love. What’s the difference?

democratic domes and anarchical gyres

the mechanism of every second pulling you in uncountable directions. the progress of spinning in place, the trek through the same footprints you’ve worn into memory—and then you open your eyes