// Watercolor
“I am a single galaxy existing in multiple events of space-time waiting to collide with another who considers themselves just as great or greater as I manage. I want a collision of worlds, absolute annihilation of the horrid and welding of the better, perfect globes. Dwarf stars and exploding thus collapsing supernovas: worm holes to a better place.
“Lost on an island,” a common description of one’s life journey. A home base, a safe landing space for the extreme in betweens. A location for my tightrope far enough away from the cheering and jeering crowds... I don’t dance for entertainment or praise, but to prove to myself that I still can after everything that’s occurred. The sands are deceitful and card-carrying mood rings, but how they are so tiny grains of me.
Grasped best—the abyss. My dwelling basement, but I created it there in its place and depth, adjusting the light bulbs as I move along. Left in its existence in case I've lost sight of the importance of life, should I ever need a gaze for recollection of demons, I flick a coin in and watch the city burn beneath me once more.”
(Full word painting by A. Komarov Voltaire can be read here.)
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