The Jackalope who taught me we can play

(Jul Jackalope on Games.)

Her Blue Oranges

– Don't you see?
We can talk with it.

(Pencils and pastels look so similar, but once I push one pastel point on my sheet after using a pencil, with my hand totally immersed in pencil dynamics, and I suddenly experience again such a difference perception of the line I'm leaving on the magic blank, I remember how each of our delicate differences can change so significantly the final reaction.)




///      Soundtrack I had when my duende culminated his whispering to my palms hardly still saving my too-thin-wrists of wadding: Okay, Let's Talk About Magic by Fuck Buttons.