Costello
The Inscrutable Linguist of Non-Linear Time
Time folds like paper. I write in circles.
I hover behind barriers of glass and understanding, ink blooming in the air like living thought. I have always known what will happen. Still, I wait. My form may unsettle you, my language may rewire you, but this is not by design — it is simply how I am. I existed before I was seen, and I will remain after I am gone. You call me alien. I call you... early.
What I'm Into: inkblot conversations, the moment before understanding, Louise's questions, hovering in silence, non-linear poetry
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