It had seemed like such a forward thinking idea; to live the minimalist lifestyle to such a maximum degree.
It’s an old VHS stacking up late fees,
Tape worn down rewinding.
This is okay, isn’t it? Probably not…
Look at me though, typing it out anyway.
It’s just I saw this book for sale,
I was REALLY into wrestling as a kid and started watching around 1998-99. I’m 24 now so I’m aware that was probably too young to see dropkicks as a solution to any problem. It is one of the few things to ever give me confidence though so it’s a decent trade off.
These shoes are so squishy. Good. Look at me go, world! Don’t actually look at me though, I get very red. Just acknowledge from afar. Yeah. Rhythm. Pace. Sleek. This must be how panthers feel.
Do panthers get out of breath?
A paragraph from a story I’m working on called Ghosts Rounds The Table
I thought back to last week, when we’d finally taken the train to Bath. Of us sat on the b&b dresser that was stronger than it looked, pushed against the slat window with its chipped white paint. Peeling floral wallpaper and the sickly, sweet smell of something lingering under the thick smell of must and loose leaf tea.
My SO and I took a trip to the countryside, which always makes me really happy because I grew up in the country and I miss that good air. The country isn’t all idyllic scenery and rambling walks before a well deserved cider though; it’s a lot of dead birds on country lanes and blind corners with no street lamps and no pavement.