Born fully formed in a crack in a granite rock cut in northern Ontario from a lightning strike / came out swinging with a wooden sword and shield and vanquished six foes on that very first day

ok Truth? closer to…obsession / uncertainty with the systems we were born into and create. machinery we contort to fit.

are we performing for it? (Y/N)

those hardened structures real and imagined, feel safe for a time at least.

// There are always secret openings //

paths to new spaces, with no predators and no challengers, where you can be queen of your whims.