The soul does not die — it is devoured. Slowly. Lovingly. By systems. By symbols. By the mouths of others. You spend your life negotiating which god, government, addiction. But the only true liberation is the moment you choose your predator.
"Thought Crumbs" is the blog of yours truly, Al Scott Pearce Baker. Here, I scatter musings, short stories, poetry, and paintings, and ponder various art forms, both traditional and digital. Follow along, and who knows where you’ll end up.
A hill among a thousand hills, its flesh the earth — soft mud, sharp thorn, green breath of rot. No herald calls it sacred; no altar li...
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