Thalia staccatos her bare feet on deck boards. “The youuuu-ni-verrrrrss speaks!”
Nią considers pointing out that staccato is not a verb, then defers to creative license. Preoccupied with contradictory feelings of invigoration and terror, she sits in quiet contemplation.
"You posted it…” Calliope’s hood is up and her posture resembles a wilted tomato leaf. “To… Instagram?”
“Yes. The youuuu-ni-verrrs has made it cleeeeer we are playing toooo small — hiding on Zoom clips beta.” Thalia rolls her eyes. “Sit up straight ladies. We’re taking it to the streets!”
Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness,
~Allen Ginsberg
A note from Loveletterist:
Our hand was nudged when Zoom and Dropbox refused to let us hide in their depths with spinning clocks and frozen screens. 😂
https://www.instagram.com/reel/CwgpAXYt1_1/?igshid=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng%3D%3D
Now we're getting numerous advertisements for "face yoga" classes. What do you think that's about? 😲