Wander Weekly 01: Afterthoughts on After Laughter

I’m wordless.

But even in the retreat of words, even in the absence of expression, the throbbing pulse of my thoughts pound me down like a hammer to an iron nail. So here I am, struggling to compose letters into words, words into sentences, and finally, sentences into a sensible set of ideas, obsessions, sadness, and tears. Continue reading “Wander Weekly 01: Afterthoughts on After Laughter”

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