motivating me every morning to do all this in the name of something that i still don't really know what it is

waking up after dreaming of the most complex and adverse things a human mind can conjure

watching those documentaries about flatworms, marine worms, sea slugs, crustaceans, and cnidarians

the bug around my lamp likes my botany book

i miss spending an entire afternoon immersed in my computer, searching, reading and discovering hidden gems along the way

when i am feeling sociable i show up online briefly but meaningfully (then i retreat to my cave)

eating an apple by candlelight

the owls are not what they seem

there's a cloud in the sky right now that looks like a hip bone

the wind coming through my window at night and in the morning is twisting my dreams

walking down the street feels like a slow awakening. as the fog lifts, reality sets in, leaving me disillusioned

i love walking everywhere so much i dread the day i remember bikes exist

it turns out everywhere you go, you take yourself