BINN

 Houses are really bodies. We connect ourselves with walls, roofs, and objects just as we hang on to our livers, skeletons, flesh and bloodstream. I am no beauty, no mirror is necessary to assure me of this absolute fact. Nevertheless I have a death grip on this haggard frame as if it were the limpid body of Venus herself. This is true of the backyard and the small room I occupied at that time, my body, the cats, the red hen all my body all part of my own sluggish bloodstream. A separation from these well-known and loved, yes loved, things were "Death and Death indeed" according to the old rhyme of the Man of Double Deed. There was no remedy for the needle in my heart with its long thread of old blood. - Leonora Carrington, The Hearing Trumpet

hand coded with love and sentimentality, best viewed 1920x1080 on chrome or firefox. be aware that this is a wip and will enduringly remain one forever. there may be many such dead links and miscellaneous landmines so mind your step!!! *props up a retina scalding yellow contruction sign. on it reads: careful browsing!*

↳ about the webmaster: im here, somewhat ephemerally

To do:
1. bookshelf/yapping layout
2. upload writing/books
3. button page, currently listening to/watching/reding, live calender and time, film and music page
4. add more + scroll same type button
5. landing page w/ image links

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