I have taken a sledgehammer to the temple of my ego and I hope there will grow a field from the debris. I have intentionally torn down the forum romanum of my mythology and wish it’ll be known as campo vaccino one day. I do not know what shape my future self will take, but I do know it needs to grow naturally and not be carved out of stone.
Alternative readings are good, I say, while grinding my teeth because I don’t like this particular one









