Just working on some writing a little bit aimlessly, thinking a lot about time, about edges, about art and form. Do you ever feel like a few things on your mind might be connected but can’t yet see how?
I swear to god raspberries get moldy so fuckin fast you just look at them wrong and they immediately go bad
2 for 1 sale of raspberries at the grocery store:
first pack: downed as soon as you got home
second pack: you only ate four out the pack the next day because you were trying not to be as much of a goblin and you want them to last longer except when you check it later that day half of them are covered in mold