1. I’m spending the first snowfall sitting in front of my floor-to-ceiling windows and reading The Book of Lawlessness: Documents of the Ministry for Public Security, 1944-56. it’s been a long, long while since the last time I didn’t feel the need to stay in constant motion.

i reek of napalm and penicillin.
i am the king of the fifteenth century.
i travel where the locust tells me to.

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