I would hide here for the night I would watch the mist linger I would listen to the moon working the waves I would feel my eyelashes wet it's the same rushing endless water it has always been I am being worked too

petroglyph from the Ulytau mountains

some pages of my journal pt.2 ｡ﾟ 𓇽 .˳  ୨୧

two fishes and a dinner, ayame uchima. ink on coloured paper

beautiful “executive” desk, on fb marketplace

Ribbons from 19th century France

Beach finds, 2025-05-09

Walnut shells cut in half.

Pol Wah Tse