Midsummer Night & Day:

the package and the packaging and the alibis in between mundane transformed extraordinary once worshiped now profane how many miles gone round on your treadwheel of despair the self-induced slumber the future the gap the “i don’t know…” obscurity depression mania the truth is you’re terrified that i’ll strip away the objects of your love lavishing bliss as their exchange naked empty bliss what if what then the package and the packaging Sign in to see full entry.