The Tyrant alpha
This is so far beyond my experience that I can’t do anything but watch and listen and try to orient myself in this strange, strange moment.
Life is work, right?
Bed, bath, kitchen, garden, greenhouse, beehive, kitchen, bath, bed.
Work, punctuated with episodes of sheer, unfounded terror.
Life is swimming, and if you stop, you drown, and if you think about what might be underneath you, you’ll sink.
You don’t leave your work out on the table or your pipe on the seat of your chair. In order to dance.
I don’t know how it’s dangerous, but it has to be. My soul says so.
Bab Populer