Only those who stay Dead shall remember Death.

Recently, I (Lana) discovered that when rearranged, the letters in my name spell torn loyal tea. I think it's cool and rather telling. Ever since, I've grown slightly convinced that much of my life consists of a tragic array of conflicted interests.

That said, I should warn you I'm one of those hopeless wrecks trying to quench an insatiable boredom. However, this isn't the means, it's simply the outlet.

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(inspired by the suicide poem)

There are epitaphs
composed skillfully of
vague generalities
no more compassionate
than a horoscope
or a palm reading.

and when you see these
well—

death is just as
unoriginal as living,
isn’t it?

Epitaphs omit
the how of things:
the details, gritty
and always obscure
that death is never
a singular
occurrence.

(1 month ago)