Socially distant. Looking backwards. It’s a story about a bowl.
A little like this
Caffeine
I was presented with an Alberto’s takeaway this morning. It was either a large flat white, or a cup of crack. Either way, the bathroom finally got cleaned. Yeeeeeha!
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Too many months have passed without self-indulgent writing, with no wordy rambling save skinny scratchings in a work-related notebook and the occasional sentence plugged into my phone’s orangey notes. Someone has left a whole watermelon on my doorstep. The eyes have been scratched out of a massive poster of Wil Anderson up the […]
The magpie
I guess the magpie is the cause of yesterday’s morose mood, as witnessed by that previous post. Well, what’s left of it: a mangled pancake. Broken feathers. One of the joys of moving back inside a city, from living regionally, next to a beach, was the fact that I can walk to most places I […]