One singular day a man played with time. The result left a wave that washed over the galaxies, crashing against […]

One singular day a man played with time. The result left a wave that washed over the galaxies, crashing against […]
There is a gap in our knowledge of our knowledge, a place so deep in our collective unconscious we forget […]
I had become an angel, a bird, a sky guide, a Hot Air Balloon!
She was born of a big bang, trials and meteors blazed as time enveloped her. The anatomy of her galaxies flexed and defined, found forms and transformed. Shooting stars and gaping black holes ate matter, a retrovirus desirous.