Even as we speak, envious time is running away from us. (Goodbye, AOSF gallery)

I’ve thought about that Horace line a lot in the last decade. It’s tattooed on my ribs as a reminder, but momento mori isn’t entirely necessary for a darker mind such as mine. Such as many of ours, mayhap.  Life is short. For the lucky folks who love it, the amount of time we have in our bodies is a cruel joke.  I’ve always been quite a curious little cat,

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