w18

welcome to the first week of JUDGEMENT

lay down your spears, the fighting is over

these lush green trees, these clear blue skies

what of this week? i went into an office every day! haven’t done that for a fortnight for a decade. it was nice to see people. i talked too much.

the perfect walk to prufrock is nearly within grasp of my devilish little fingers. through graveyards and plague pits and the barbican, visit my duckies. it’s really coming together. a few more runs and it’ll be bow ready.

next week the most exciting thing ever happens. then several other exciting things happen too. i’m the smiliest rabbit. about all of it.

i’ve published something:

https://www.inkandswitch.com/patchwork/notebook/chitter-chatter/

this is what i’ve been doing with my life, since i left.

we’re in the longest uninterupted run where the story of my everyday is in fact absent from weekly entries i ostensibly write about it. maybe i should be keeping a private journal too for all these tangled mysteries. maybe i should take that thing out of my bio.

the floral mary janes are so cute but probably a half a size too small. worth it though. maybe i can get a couple of toes removed, i barely use them.

sorry, i really have nothing interesting to say. been to any good cemeteries lately? my barista recommended abney park up in stokey. she goes there all the time. i nearly went yesterday, but i waited 8 minutes at the wrong bus stop and then my day took a whole nother turn.

a good conversation starter is when they say “do you want normal milk?” you say “i’d prefer dairy”. a good way to get people working to really talk to you about their day instead of an exchange of pleasantries is to ask “how’s your shift?” rather than “how are you” or “how’s your day/night”

got any big plans for the banker? i’m in a kind of stasis. maybe i should hop on a train, go to the water. i can almost hear her calling, crashing splash against the rocks. i bet it feels amazing to be either the sea or the rock. can you imagine dispersing into many different splooshes and then coming back together as you dribble down the side? sounds fucking beezer, so it does, to be quite honest. there’s this big red mushroom thing in portadown that showers you with water. i recall standing under it seeing my father without his casio watch on for the first time, there was a tan line. the pale yellow ghost of a casio wristwatch. and so i’m in a kind of stasis. and maybe it is the water. maybe it is the train and maybe it is the water.

magnum octopus.

stay hehe.