Close your eyes and feel it.
Deux Mots (1963) by Dorothea Tanning
The sun looks different coming and going. Sunset is a loud party designed to exhaust you, but before dawn the landscape is a glowing trampoline, softly negging you, pulling your hair a little, reminding you that you’re nothing until you prove it.
You can tell the mountains that mattering never mattered to you, but you’…