I am bound by the season and its trappings. Every shining moment can be turned over to reveal its lusterless reality. Each merry greeting secretly contains within it the shame of untimely solitude. I … more →
Complicitywrote 5 days ago: I am bound by the season and its trappings. Every shining moment can be turned over to reveal its lu … more →
wrote 3 months ago: Bohémienne … more →
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wrote 3 months ago: I try to identify the source of my anxiety in what we have, this incalculable thing that has sprung … more →
wrote 3 months ago: A year and a half after promising to emerge from unintentional and occasional but still neglectful h … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Hiding under the bed, I became used to dust bunnies in my nostrils, and weird shiny bits of paper oc … more →
wrote 2 years ago: This post is being written by an automated blogging device. If Bohémienne had any integrity as a blo … more →
wrote 2 years ago: I wake up with a low rumbling at the edge of my consciousness. I’m not immediately certain whe … more →
wrote 2 years ago: The first impression is that there are no limits. All seems to be open and wild and free. You may ro … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Dear Clueless One, Here’s a secret. If you like me, if you want to impress me… learn to … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Dear Self-Centred Egotistical Pricks, Get over yourselves. Sincerely determined to remain free of yo … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Dear Fuckwits, Enough already. Yours very sincerely, more sincerely than you can possibly imagine, B … more →
wrote 2 years ago: It occurred to me recently that the arbitrarily chosen categories here at Complicity (Chiaro, Scuro, … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Sometimes things work out for some people. I know this guy who got really lucky, all of a sudden. He … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Dear You, I understand through the word on the street (okay, not the street, more like word on the s … more →
wrote 2 years ago: First is the visual. I see sparks, or maybe sparkles. I’m not quite sure which it is, but it o … more →
wrote 2 years ago: I return from the field with the spoils of war in hand, blood-spattered but head held high. My tight … more →