Amelia Nicol
it only seems.
spinning out stratum of magnified consequence in movement and given hands for giving hearts or something bodies are colliding with but not so violently as expected more of a morbidly delicate dance soft decadence in decay and absorption bits and pieces grouping at times and singularity at others though you wouldn’t notice et. Hitting someone elses lines without outside perspectives or assumed ones avoiding postulated projections of observational patterns oh, ! the singularity of coincidence or supposed submissions of intellect to intelligibility [[it’s…probably just invaginative particians of inner matrices]]