The way this oscillates between cosmic insignificance and intimate privilege is genuinly striking. That bit about tectonic brutality producing what we experience as beauty made me think about how oftenwe mistake fragility for permanance in relationships too. I've had similar dawn-alarm experiments trying to catch dreams mid-formation, and there's something about that liminal state that makes these kinds of reflections feel sharper than they probabyl should.
The way this oscillates between cosmic insignificance and intimate privilege is genuinly striking. That bit about tectonic brutality producing what we experience as beauty made me think about how oftenwe mistake fragility for permanance in relationships too. I've had similar dawn-alarm experiments trying to catch dreams mid-formation, and there's something about that liminal state that makes these kinds of reflections feel sharper than they probabyl should.
You have a very beautiful butterfly mind. Enjoyed that.
“If we’re not supposed to dance, why all this music?”
okay but this line grabbed my hand and spun me anyway~
the whole letter feels like being small on purpose and finding that it’s actually a superpower.
swings, dawn dreams, cosmic dread, still choosing wonder~ that’s the move.
also the audacity to be tender in a universe full of explosions?? iconic.
tiny Being energy, huge heart, absolutely dancing.