Hi, it's me, Odious... There have been times in my life when I questioned whether I should question my sanity, but this is not, despite how it might sound, one of those times.
“It’s like discovering a little snag of the secret thread that runs beneath the surface of things,” I told them. “Something ancient and beautiful that somehow also feels super familiar.”
Hi. It’s Odious. It’s strange to be writing to you on a computer. Opening my heart while being hooked up to the Internets induces a special kind of loneliness.