Welcome to Fantom Island, where iLL-Literacy's legend finds its habitat. If you've happened upon this portal, may we be as bold as to assert that nested in you is a healthy curiosity. Whether you were drawn here by the Slanted i at this page's 1-o-clock, the quick flash of during loading, or simply because you have a click-happy finger – you've arrived. HihowRUhi?
The peculiar thing about Fantom Island is that it is but a mirage – an Imaginary oasis isolated in the confines of our brainwaves. We shall gradually reveal morsels of our folklore here, so please visit often. To return, simply bring your Imagination as your passport.
Fantom Island
wednesday word: gil scott
the first piece of recorded poetry i ever heard was cassette tape of gil scott. this was back when i still made mixtapes…like real mixtapes. little did i know then (although i probably should’ve guessed) his work would be a reoccurring point of inspiration throughout my writing life…not to be oblique, but “why do they do not see,” it’ll make sense later. thank you, the forthcoming project, I’m New Here, is kinda unreal. in stores next week.
