It seemed she was in a cathedral—if, that is, the earth itself were to dream a cathedral into being over thousands of years of water weeping through stone.

Once upon a time, a girl lived in a sandcastle, making monsters to send through a hole in the sky.

Being near her was like balancing on a tipping world, trying to keep your footing as the ground wanted to roll you forward, hurl you into a spiral from which there was no recovery, only impact, and it was a longed-for impact, a sweet and beckoning collision.

Like mold on books, grow myths on history.

Where am I and doing what? You might well ask. Freaky chick, you say? You can't imagine. I am priestess of a sandcastle in a land of dust and starlight.

Peace is more than the absence of war. Peace is accord. Harmony.

Infinities are not for casual exploration. You could fall and keep falling. You could get lost.