Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
this was for practice... it evolved into other things
process in next post!
I drink to our ruined house
To the evil of my life
To our loneliness together
And I drink to you—
To the lying lips that have betrayed us,
To the dead-cold eyes,
To the fact that the world is brutal and coarse
To the fact that God did not save us. Anna Akhmatova, “Last Toast”
An ENNEAD modern mafia au that’s been brewing in my mind