the P.Pole

i don’t promise riches or fame, but my mountain, empire of dust is yours to take. go ahead, take all you want from me, all that i can remake. in the end, they all fade anyway. or do they? it’s what i’ve been told. well one thing’s for certain, and that’s that nothing is. that’s not wholly correct, is it? somethings will never change, but somethings may. for better or for worse, i have not the slightest inkling. all i can do is continue inking.