What comes first is love.
A knife and a notebook entwined, leaning onto each other. Eternal embrace of pain, but together they keep standing up. To put something first can hurt. To hold on to something can be painful. What would you allow to cut your body open? Who would you want to be holding the knife?
I am a storyteller and filmmaker. Most likely to be dwelling in foggy fields and similar places.
I love my cat.