Blythe Baird // Dave Eggers

A page from the book by Antoine de Saint-Exupery “The Little Prince”, written in Braille.

by Tom Shea

look alive, sunshine

el gatito tuesday

“You’re so cold Maybe I should set the whole world on fire. Would that be enough to melt the iceberg that you’re holding so dear in your heart? Your past mistakes and regrets. The pain you’re not letting go, never letting go. Would that be enough? Can you not see? I am not her, and you are not him. What you thought was a tornado that would always spiral out of control, was merely your vacant aching heart begging for the pain to stop. Wishing someone would embrace the storm inside of you, make it stand still. Gently and softly. Can you not see? You’re not hard to love. You’re misunderstood. You’re seeking comfort in all the wrong places. Searching for love in the wrong people. Your heart beating fast, running. Time exploding, wishing the pain you felt was earth shattering. Hoping what you feel is so significant. Screaming “please someone notice what I’m feeling.” But it’s all in your head. The thoughts. Unwavering. And your heart slows down, You realise once again You’re overthinking. But you know your heart is still cold and empty, and your head will always be burning hot and filled with thoughts. Always angry.”

— Matchstick // 06.11.2018 // I am not her

“Death is a friend of ours; and he that is not ready to entertain him is not at home.”

— Francis Bacon, An Essay on Death

Angela Chase and Jordan Catalano