Thoughts of dark things 

  

Our brains are rebellious daughters with nice soft lives, who still sneak out after bedtime to meet boys by train tracks just to See. To balance the good with bad.  I’m away at a beautiful, relaxing place, and yet: Talk of whales yesterday turned to me devoting a fair amount of brain space and energy to wondering exactly what it would be like to be eaten by a whale and die in its gut. My thoughts kept turning back to this, the details, the specifics, the tiny fish, the dark, the guts, After careful speculation I have hereby decided that NOPE DON’T WANT THAT AT ALL NO THANK YOU. 

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