If you try to be good, you might be good and, sometimes, happy. If you strive to be happy, you are unlikely to be good and you will rarely be happy, either.
my poetic voice, holds neither the gleams of wood, nor the angles of hemlock, nor those sheep that suddenly become knives of irony, I want to see if I can give you a simple lesson on the buried spirit - Lorca
whenever i see that an established publication is seeking ~new voices~, i wonder if they've put much thought into *why* they haven't been encountering these voices all along & in the first place. why these voices have not been, um, a fucking priority.