Will you embark upon our honeyed rendezvous?
Will you drink this strange brew?
Inhale the perfumery of day glow grain?
Heed the invitation East?
Writer + Poet + Mythologist + Translator: Researching East Asian Literature, Folklore, Storytelling, Narrative Design, Game Studies & Pop Culture Studies.
Will you embark upon our honeyed rendezvous?
Will you drink this strange brew?
Inhale the perfumery of day glow grain?
Heed the invitation East?
Happy Autumn. Happy Fall. Happy Hop-tu-Naa! Happy Harvest. Happy Samhain. There is something stirring in the airs of Autumn. Gets me every year. To celebrate the skies of an ever shifting twilight, when the spirits soar through the liminal film between this world and that of the beyond. When the night parade of daemons and tricksters travel and trove.
Our story is never-ending.
That to say, I will always love you.
Aware of this dream state which is my tendency to romanticize the past.
I will be confident — not sad sap, sipping quietly in corner bar.
I will be, act, speak with intention.
I will be finished, will shop my novel.
I’m afraid of you Standing too close We’ll fall into eternity