memoryslandscape

“Pleasure … The very sound of that word suggests what it means. Pleasuuure, the way the last syllable does not want to leave the mouth, or the way it moves like silt toward some waiting delta, a place that gathers longing, a place where a heart desires to be buried, to be forever touched.”

— Greg Sellers, found journal entry, “Notes from Neruda’s Ghost,” 20 June 2017

straightboyfriend

all boys are demons but i want one to love me