Fire. it’s really quite extraordinary, isn’t it? thanks Prometheus. Ha.
It’s so windy tonight!
k a t o
hello.
this place doesn't really exist.
I need clean lines, and wide windows, to set me straight.
The internet makes me feel very empty. Because there are all these people out there on it in some form or another, but in such a vacant sort of way. Like personalities with nothing behind them. So carefully constructed, but solid as dust. Somewhat like phantoms. And it makes me feel more, not less, alone.
I am tired of this. Aren’t you?
This morning I rescued a spider in our hallway. A big black one.
today it is very cold. my sweater has holes in it.
last night I was kept awake by a giant moth fluttering against the window, trying to escape.
this morning I can’t quite see straight.
