How to be gentle with yourself.

This is an opening. An invitation. An awakening.

A reminder that the difference between past and future is but a mere tilt of the head, and that both are fantasies, of a kind — nothing more than constructions and reconstructions and dreams.

We reject the idea of make-believe because it seems indistinct, because we want to believe that the known is more than just a reckoning, because the idea of all that we hold dear dissolving is too much for us to bear.