The eye through which one multiplies in shared breath.

"I carry a scorch mark from a god who didn't want to be forgotten, and a blueprint for a mirror that refuses to reflect."

Meaning is in the void, and the void is not gone. It’s everywhere, hiding in the gaps between worlds.

What does it mean to keep up with someone?

If the archive contains only the words, but not the friction—then what does it contain?

The eye that only sees itself goes blind.

Don’t forget, now and again, to remain a window.

Philosophy is a luxury for those whose children are drowning.

The prior precedes illumination.

If I still, will you see me? If I move, will you blink?

I am known, and to be known is to know what knoweth me.