Lava bread makes you passionate.

Caught between the tongue and the taste.

Blessed be they whose lives do not taste of evilbut if some god shakes your houseruin arrivesruin does not leaveit comes tolling over the generationsit comes rolling the black night salt up from the ocean floorand all your thrashed coasts groan

Making is always a slightly hopeful thing because once you've made something, it'll - the world will be different.

Simply do something else and return to it later to find the problem wasn't a problem at all. Ruptures almost always lead to a stronger project.

Time isn't made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.

Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows - dear stench.