Perfection, That Endless Creation.

  At the tail end of infinity, the mark of perfection is drawn. With a secret fantasy of invincibility, we are born. The wish to be without blemish. To approach being above reproach. No missed takes, unaccustomed to mistakes. Ultra-self sufficiency without knowledge of inadequacies. A Midas of sorts, whose deeds and words are 99... Continue Reading →

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