Socially distant. Looking backwards. It’s a story about a bowl.
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 […]
A swim in the ocean, hours in an empty house glimmering ahead, kind and encouraging words in the response below… I am ready to work! So long, Internets. I shan’t pass this way again today.
