My brain is fragile, craves quiet, stillness. Time is liquid. The present moment moves but always stays present. It smells like fall now....

The tile is my alibi— look down, not out, stay safe. ¿Qué miras? Every square reflecting pieces— cold, blank, obedient. But the steam...

Let’s be honest it has never been “legal” to be this real. Everything about the government is designed to say, “How can I make you...