25.5.22

ice.

sometimes i slip into these moments of peace, and they are always so simple, so mundane that i'm surprised i spend so much of my time moping. today, i poured cold orange juice into a misshapen glass. i added four cubes of ice for fair measure, and everything aligned for a second. it's humid and heavy outside but its okay, at least i have cold juice, it will be okay.

shorts!

i wonder if everyone knows sometimes. i feel as if though in hiding so much ive invariably forgotten something, because my mind is stuck in ...