love is a form of time travel; it is a portal to another world, the creation of new worlds, one in which we exist together.
my work is a form of time travel; it is a portal to another world, the creation of new worlds, one in which i exist without them but still find them everywhere.
i come from many worlds where i am the last of my kind. i miss what the world became because we were together, and i think i will spend the rest of my life trying to find pockets of those worlds in the cracks and crevices of this one. i want to tell you about those worlds. i want you to know they were real and good and true.