The winds may howl, but I will not be swept away.
Nov 15, 2024
I feel like I’m a little more intricate than that.
Here let’s call it a meeting with Nothing, that never actually happened.
The story of me is only a story — it’s no more and no less important or ordinary than that.
We journey all the way to the end of the rainbow to confront the mythical pot of gold and/or question its very existence.