Twin Cities, Gemini The past had become a blur for Francis. Sometimes memories of running barefoot across limestone brick on a warm summer’s day crossed over with memories of squeezing between tight alleyway walls while wearing hole-riddled shoes. Echoes of laughter ringing through open halls lined with white pillars bled into echoes of the metalContinue reading “11.[]: Francis’s (Theta’s) Singularity”
Six Chances 