the incendiary & ignition

[12.31.2024]

Raziel and Mr. Priest were set relaxing in their seats among the scampering and everyone else’s last minute afflictions. But both had no resolutions, doomed to be complacent with whatever might happen as the new year would dawn.

“Watch this,” Mr. Priest had said, just before striking the bottle with the sword, and before leaving the champagne on the table for everyone else to pour. He had looked back to Raziel, and sat down with him in their quiet. But, it was the hour, then. They clinked empty glasses, under the gunpowder heartbeats, and the single flammable kiss that carried life over from one year to another.

They found that nothing had changed as they talked past the midnight mark, despite those fireworks and the perfect, induced, ignited storm.

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In other news, I now have a fancy little printer. I still need to set it up and test out some prints, and, unfortunately, find art that doesn’t have an excessive amount of black blocking. So, I am one step closer to putting together zines, somehow–I’ve at least got a chunk of neat text to share.

With a new year here,
Koel out.