Is the soul a myth? On dissecting identity

Let's strip ourselves bare layer by layer starting with skin, childhood and prayer: Who are we beneath all we say we are? The soul lives only in the now, like a flash of lightning in the dark of night illuminating all. Talking about identity is like approximating something that exists on another dimension, without having... Continue Reading →

are spiders friends?

last year, i cut my hairfrom hip length to ear lengthbut between my shoulder bladesi still felt a tingling in mirrors, i caught a glimpseof a large fluffy spider clingingto my spine, its legs restingon my ribs. i stretched thin and laid it on thickit didn't budgei tickled its bum and poked it with a... Continue Reading →

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