“I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd.” Virginia Woolf
Opening Opening the window wide reality flew in like an albatross, all flustered and no direction, shattering all my pieces, pretending to be something while spectacularly embarrassing itself with saturated deathly excuses emptying from its smirking life, and so completely removed, "who's the dissociative now?" I asked, as I closed the door on my way out to creative futures. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
