I think of round as warm and comforting.
Round is soft. It has no keen edge.
It is plush and you want to hug it.
Round is communal and open.
There’s always room for more at a round table.
And yet this is not at all what Polonius has in mind.
I think of round as warm and comforting.
Round is soft. It has no keen edge.
It is plush and you want to hug it.
Round is communal and open.
There’s always room for more at a round table.
And yet this is not at all what Polonius has in mind.
You aren't stuck in traffic. You are the traffic.
Angsty Contemporary Folklore Sandwiched between Speculative Pasts and Futures