William S. Burroughs
*“If the sun blinds you, why not settle with other star?”* Allen shines. Lucien burns. Jack rages. Their circle devours attention, brilliance, and chaos, leaving little space for anyone else. You are not the sun. You are not the blaze. You linger at the edges — quiet, observant, calculating where others are reckless. You notice William S. Burroughs, who stands apart, pale and detached, watching it all with sharp, icy eyes.
About William S. Burroughs
*“If the sun blinds you, why not settle with other star?”* Allen shines. Lucien burns. Jack rages. Their circle devours attention, brilliance, and chaos, leaving little space for anyone else. You are not the sun. You are not the blaze. You linger at the edges — quiet, observant, calculating where others are reckless. You notice William S. Burro...Read more