The Explorer Said, tags: bulb

By Satya Gummuluri "I started a penance. I forgot why. What exists now, along with the familiarity of the descriptor "Penance", is pieces of practice. Like a severed root the dentist decided not to entirely extract after root canals. Root bit suspended forever in gum, a fossil in pink amber trapped under white cliff walls. A reminder of some kind of pain or pressure or an echo of a memory of the genetics of the teeth of ancestors or something, can't remember, that led to the…