Our inventions split their cocoons, and the whir of wings was deafening...
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Somehow, I have become a machine that is in constant entropy. I only feel like myself after I've whittled everything down for so long that, when I finally let myself, I sleep for an ungodly length. Then, for a few hours after I wake up, I feel like my brain will share some of its electricity with me.