Some days it feels like whatever protective skin I’ve grown over my emotions over my lifetime just gets burnt off, leaving my nerve endings exposed to the elements. I can usually tell when it’s starting again because music soars and swells and drags me around like a rag doll, colour and smells burn in my…
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A short enthusiasm about mini forests
Every so often my day job drives me to a certain point of frustration where I start to question if I really actually need to eat, have a roof over my head and so on. It’s a good job most of the time, but some days there is that little stretch too far, that mow-all-in-their-path…
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