fluf·​fing, 2

cannabis-catalyzed thoughts from april, '21:

Everything is interesting here, in this world behind and around our own, silver and bumpy, but motionally as smooth as silky peanut butter swaths. It’s the beginning of every moment that begins the next, a steeply piling reverbium of dominoes, and each one is invisible but beautiful. You just know. And upwards to where? To whence we came, they’d suppose, but maybe doomed to go, rather. All is light or dark, no in between, but if you concentrate hard enough you can rewind out of the cavern in the sky, the tunnel upwards. Rewind down to the flatlands of fauna, brushing you as your bare feet carefully, carefully avoid its more delicate parts.