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
nocturne
a night under the hell dome
conjuring a storm
in which I hide from the sun, thinking of lightning, water, and mulch
DOOMED!
that's okay, I'll still keep writing this garbage.
so, are we supposed to live through this?
how hot is it compared to the sun?
silly little projects for the end times
vermiculture for the collapse of civilization garden
somewhere under the hell dome
nature sighs, there's a time I recall when so many insects thrived
