Mathias Svalina

Wastoid

What can’t be told can’t pass as fantasy but might be love’s truth. My copy of Word is registered to Innocent Fantasy, LLC. I buy my coffee from a man with dog eyes. We are lost, lost cases, lost caretakers, & we must go deeper to follow the heart’s lead, as if the heart were not a box. Can we allow blue light? Can we do a thing & allow it to make us? We follow a jar into love & the blue light empties outside the office. I want this image in my mind to remain. And this wax imprint of a key. But what unsubtles thought is permission.