I’ve been at odds with the universe. At enmity with the world. A bastard substance built of broken stars. The force of gravity compressing atoms into a fusion gone wrong. I feel the constant burden of what Matt Haig describes as "a hope that hadn't happened the way it should have".
Objects moving through air...
Objects moving through air...
Objects moving through air...
I’ve been at odds with the universe. At enmity with the world. A bastard substance built of broken stars. The force of gravity compressing atoms into a fusion gone wrong. I feel the constant burden of what Matt Haig describes as "a hope that hadn't happened the way it should have".