The abyss is my fridge
Category: Writing and Poetry
Sometimes, out of some weird sense of curiosity, I like to take a gander into the abyss. It smells of freezer burn, and feels like aloe Vera on a sunburn that has a heartbeat. But it's where the best ideas are born. I fish my hand inside, groping the walls until I find something that sticks out. It comes in a lot of different shapes, but the best ones are the biggest, the ones I have to dig deeper... » Continue Reading