“So the little orange dinosaur, so little and spotted with rain, becomes as important as a giant tree in a false house in a wood full of dead prophets and living metaphors.” — Alexx Bollen Copy Share Image
“That aging alone, so different from its more youthful sister. That aging alone, moves with a speed meant for quantum physics, or the blurred… — Alexx Bollen Copy Share Image
“And so it is that they who venture forth find the path to something long since left behind.” — Alexx Bollen Copy Share Image
“We are all one tiny truth from screaming madly at the sky and walking home mumbling about trees.” — Alexx Bollen Copy Share Image
“the periphery. It sits, silent, as the motions of the collective us move from frenetic to calm, and back again. It is perception, in… — Alexx Bollen Copy Share Image
“So the little orange dinosaur, so little and spotted with rain, becomes as important as a giant tree in a false house in a… — Alexx Bollen Copy Share Image
“She sat, with her feet pointed towards the other. She sat, waiting for something, or someone, to save her from the startling revelation that… — Alexx Bollen Copy Share Image
“It has been wished, and wished again, that the universe could hold perfect moments in perfect memory, the clearest remembrance of things left behind.… — Alexx Bollen Copy Share Image
