Who are you?
I’m Kyle—a literature/philosophy student, writer, and musician obsessed with myth and voice. Essentially, I’m always failing at, or not understanding, something.
What is this Black Celeste nonsense? Are you running a cult?
Guilty. Sign-up link for soul-sacrifice coming soon.
N.B. Will you start swearing if I tell you it isn’t a thing, per se? Born out of bare sky, in-betweenness, obsolete vastness of Time, gallstones of memory, etc., etc.,—let’s not go there.
Black Celeste is a word for collective remembrance. Its tongues are yours and mine,—between Africa and sheer history. It’s cosmological; I don’t know exactly what it is.
Yet.
