the art of pressing flowers is all about preservation to keep voluptuous blossoms at their peak, forever dry them, meticulously lay them between pages of old books, press memories beneath the weight of Tolstoy leave them, you will soon forget to return to the obituaries pages eaten up with mold, petals that crumble to the … Continue reading Entropy
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Memory Mines
cemeteries are always silent, there is a certain hush that arrives in death I remember you through my sense of sound the waves in the air vibrate in my head just long enough to send me back to that night with you: séance. aural necromancy, let us dance to the cadence of collecting memories
So Nadine Writes 