in our imagination, the world as it is ending looks a lot like the world did again and again over the course of its millennia, when it was rumbling and burning, storming and spitting, turning and turning in ellipses around the sun.

none of these times were its end, though several were its beginning.

so i dare say the look of thunder on your face and the shaking in my bones is more of a sign that i’m going to live, than die.
— l.k. ; http://starsmithing.co.vu/

Cover image by Cyril O

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