Torchwood, New York Times games, Sherlock Holmes, museums, MC Lars, Life on Mars, Rupaul's Drag Race, painting, blood, electronic music, books, Susan Sontag, artistic scarring, vintage skirts, Merlin, mythology, Bone, flash fiction, Supernatural, the Marvel Cinematic Universe, newspapers, rituals, linguistics, cemeteries, ballet, gothic Batman, metaphors, theatre, NYC, 1920s, fairytales, Hannibal, Um Actually, computer rooms, cannibalism in fiction, rebirth, Doctor Who, black coffee, folklore, disability, forests, salads, drag, transcendant transsexuality, suicide, Brooklyn 99, stickers, punk shows, Virgina Woolf, Bjork, anger, blue, world domination, book-binding, alcohol, hunger, printers, making friends, trains, Shakespeare, symbolism, Only Connect, lesbians, photography, secrets, restraint, models, fanfiction, simplicity, Arthur Rimbaud, cold crisp watermelons, metamorphoses, text art, The Great British Bake Off, websites, moral dilemmas, autism as it presents itself in my life, synonyms, sewing, philosophy, silence, Bucky Barnes, Mark Fisher, Twin Peaks, intellectualism, homosexuality, English, eye pencils, spirituality, gods, vegetarianism, wealth, coffee shops&bookstores.

I would do anything to disappear from this world to be reborn on a different plane of understanding. Before the forced implementation of Christian doctrine, slavs believed in the existence of three planes, represented by the branches of a tree of life: the Prav, the Jav, the Nav. The plane of gods, the plane of the living, the plane of the dead. The spirits who, upon decease, descended to the Nav were to live an afterlife of peace in a boundless forest. As they had for many cultures, trees represented a fundamental aspect of life: if one were to chop down a tree, it must first be sick or dying, or the action be letted by the guardian of the forest, lest the village be cursed. Indeed, I think we have lost a fundamental part of our humanity when we aceeded this love of natural things. It was a compromise in exchange for the amount of superficial things I am permitted to love today. One day I will wake up with twigs sprouting from inside my throat. ★ Index