I read; I travel; I become

I too saw the wooden horse blocking the stars.

I read; I travel; I become

I try to forget what happiness was, and when that don't work, I study the stars.

The word and the shadow of the word / makes a thing both itself and something else / till we are metaphors and not ourselves . . .

The thing that is believed is a reality.

Peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.