Tuesday, December 25, 2018

we live in the midst of a vast disaster. made up from the ground that made us. in a capital disaster, where everything is translated to cash. we've burned the ground beneath us and the air we breathe, for money. that's enough reason to feel haunted, we don't need familial history or ancient cataclysms. we're haunting the earth now. we are the specter that haunts us, from the ground, through the skin, to the air and back again, through the lungs, the blood, the mind, and the itching haunted skin.

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