Kitten-napped. Moving through the spaces between slices of reality. Spaces my Self has dispersed and become part of. Cherubim’s faces gaze down and howl like a pack of wolves, and I’m happy because of it. There are people who bury their heads in the sand on the brink of disaster. But it may not be that different from when I get overwhelmed looking at the brink of disaster and dissolve my head into the clouds. The end result is the same.
Tonight is a Strawberry Moon