Grubby seasons
There's nothing left in this old box. I thought to respond to nothing again, and put a few words down to summarize the same old trials and errors. Not so, anymore--
Leafing the old stuff over, I see It's high time to love on. The dilapidated aesthetic, and the dry narrative of the past creeps me out just a little bit. Enough to make one want to squander all the words in disarray.
I'm looking forward to something pleasing to gaze at.