You throw different angles at them where, hopefully, they can get something out of it.*
The rooms are also mutable.
You think you know, in advance...
It's past my bedtime.
Pick a direction.
groping for my robe in the dark before sunrise*
I'm living inside the joy.
Who are you and where did you come from?
We are not set up to receive visitors.
Some nights seem moonless.
Is that so?
There are things I wish I could tell you.
I would prefer not to.
Radical Means Root
A haven for curiosity