Bright
Your genius is airborne.
Totes Meer (1941) by Paul Nash
You want to know what it does for me, how it feels to care too much, how it feels to absorb every photon of light, to soak in every moment, to know your cells are perfect, empty spheres, thirsty for divinity.
It feels like that afternoon on a sparkling hot roof in New Orleans, watching strangers in the backyard, boiling liq…