Tuesday, December 19th, 2000

Bergamot

Earl Grey tastes like its leaves are rinsed with turpentine.

A neurodiverse queer writer and artist, focusing on lost ideas, preservation, communication, and the interconnectedness of all things.

This is my personal space, full of partial and cross-posted thoughts, so it may not reflect an ideal of rigorousness in style and detail.

Nevertheless, I am open to commission.