Taruma—the junction where souls meet, the place of evocations, invocations,

And the voice of independence.

“Independence from what, or whom?” you may ask.

Independence from the voices of Paradise

That speak no truth.

Interpret it as you wish.

I will retain the statement at the back of my ledger,

Where I note my travels through the stations

Filled with confusion, joy, and quiet screams of socialites -

Wanderers of the phantasmagorical digital world.

I will keep my records the only way I know:

cryptic, humorous, modal.