This piece is a reflection on wonder, art, and the ache of craving deeper connection in a hyper-automated, hyper-curated world. It’s for anyone who's felt restless in the mundane and still believes in the magic of the human mind.
Elaine Degró
I was a gypsy in your winds. But now I've settled into something I didn’t know I was supposed to become. Secretly…between you and me… I feel trapped. The darkness that once empowered me is trickling away, and all I once was is no longer welcome.
Supongo que sí, así debe ser la realidad de la situación. Y es algo que simplemente hay que aceptar: que la vida es una complicación hecha por humanos. El sol atrae el placer y la luna, el lloriqueo. Mi voz siempre va a buscar la luz de tu amor. Mi
I am not healing in love and light. I heal in blood. In spite. You tried to kill me — I’m not done yet. I’m coming back to collect that debt. Breathing down your neck, laughing in your ear, fingers in your chest feeding on your fear. Blood on
I checked my calendar, and I had an appointment at 3:33. I was scheduled to meet the Devil and have tea. The Devil and I had been friends all along… He understood me, and I understood where in my life he belonged. So, I made my way toward downtown…