Epilogues: August 2023
There must be some hidden hoard of helium in the walls of Tabby’s Place. How else to explain the ups and downs of August, our hearts bobbing like airships?
There must be some hidden hoard of helium in the walls of Tabby’s Place. How else to explain the ups and downs of August, our hearts bobbing like airships?
When you are among friends, you can sing every song you know. When you are among friends, you can swell to the full size of truth. When you are among friends, you are not worried what the X-ray will reveal.
Speaking strictly for the bipeds, we have a problem. We’re proud of it, which only gives it bigger muscles. We are afraid of ceasing to spin and ceasing to exist. We are afraid of ceasing. We are afraid.