Letters to Prime: Prisoner 926179 (The Hermès Family)

by Rae Anderson

I think dreams are evidence of travel to other realms as our physical bodies sleep.

Time is a construct of something we’re incapable of controlling and can barely comprehend. Time doesn’t exist. Time never was. Past, present, and future—all are the same—occurring all at once.

Embrace your weirdness. Embrace that authentic version of you. Everybody ain’t able. Some souls are so heavily masked that they fear their own reflection.