the fatal net
come for the covid, stay for what's left of your life
An unsorted pile of words from the last year
Goodbye to 2023, may 2024 be much better for us all
a memory of theory
the old maps fade and crumble
Please no, I didn't order the usual!
Can’t sleep, listening to music, riding out some new covid flare that basically makes everything more painful, too loud,
the center is made of melted hazelnut ganache
that traveled from far away lands and did not hold
we have records and data and ice core samples and everything is on fire ...
"BuT iT GeTs hOt aLL tHe TiMe" you say.
nothing so far has eased my uncertainty
paper wasp pool parties, this infernal summer, the follow-up appointment, and a bunch of things I partially read about long covid
post exertional mysticism
Let nothing disturb you. Let nothing frighten you. All things are passing away.
meditation to crack the helldome
in which we control the weather with our minds
DOOMED!
that's okay, I'll still keep writing this garbage.