There's something oddly calming, soothing about your run on sentences that ramble and pull me into your head and heart. I find myself tumbling along with your words, dunking more deeply into a precious present. And what else is there to do anyway? I am grateful. Thank you 🙏🏽
I had coffee from the 1970s this morning. It’s spectacular and terrible all at the same time. I can picture all of this in my mind’s eye. Thank you for building such special visual imagery.
I must find the datura and of course you saw those knives, it was the only thing I could focus on. Plum and roasted shishito. One by one over the schoolhouse stove top that allowed me to pretend fondue them, one, by, one. Soothing shit in an also magical vortex.
There's something oddly calming, soothing about your run on sentences that ramble and pull me into your head and heart. I find myself tumbling along with your words, dunking more deeply into a precious present. And what else is there to do anyway? I am grateful. Thank you 🙏🏽
I had coffee from the 1970s this morning. It’s spectacular and terrible all at the same time. I can picture all of this in my mind’s eye. Thank you for building such special visual imagery.
thank you for sharing the weirdness with me.
So happy to read this first thing this morning. You turn ordinary into beautiful.
Lovely. What does coffee from the 1970s taste like?
like office furniture and insomnia and a car air freshener with undertones of wet dog and vinegar.
I must find the datura and of course you saw those knives, it was the only thing I could focus on. Plum and roasted shishito. One by one over the schoolhouse stove top that allowed me to pretend fondue them, one, by, one. Soothing shit in an also magical vortex.
could not have done it without you and your jam.