πΏhe drip-drip-drip of ink flows down the parchment not unlike blood, its liquid pooling on the surface clotting like a testament of devotion to the words they expulsed; they are writers and thinkers and also soldiers, pawns eager to follow their leader, their minds. Here we are, they seem to say. We exist. πͺ¨
ποΈ π― π¬ sanctuary of writers and adventurers of the mind, Literate Cult opened it gates again for new soldiers and poets to mingle and network. If you are interested for joining a collective of literature enthusiasts, feel free to fill our application form and send it by our postal service. To spread the word of our opening, please share this post into your public channel, or if unavailable, you may share them to multiple LPM groups. Make sure to check out our terms & requirements and join our channel for further information.
With love and war,
Literate Cult.