(60//365) Let's escape the dreary cities, birds of ill omen with fragmented wings and drenched in far too many lost and unfulfilled incarnations, tired and broken people. Overabundance of souls just looking to infect you with their incurable cancers and insincere laughter. Empty, apathetic and never quite apologetic. And let's find a patch of earth in the western countryside, empirical in its beautiful loneliness and isolation, our kingdom on this sublunary world. You'll be my king and I'll be your queen and our subjects will be the grains of dirt at our bare feet and the glimmering stars lighting the paths back to each other, home, my dominion within you.