“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
“She sat, with her feet pointed towards the other. She sat, waiting for something, or someone, to save her from the startling revelation that life had continued while she was alone in a room, with the smaller movements, internal, as… — 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
