Toward an Apocalypse of Letters—Foreword to 25.1: Catastrophe
Love takes the form of rain clouds: we accumulate despite our im/possible wounds, gather even in miraculous conditions. We join our kin in the swarm, all of whom gathering, like us, as waters from unknowable sources. And then the flood.
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