Waiting, Meaning, Kingdom

“I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets. Scorched to the root My red filaments burn and stand, a hand of wires.”-Sylvia Plath, “Elm” It haunts acutely when she travels alone. A girl, eyes fixated out and beyond, knifed by meaning and meaninglessness. The rhythmic lull of a Soviet era train hums her to thought asContinue reading “Waiting, Meaning, Kingdom”