New Tomorrows

poetry fans be like i love that poem it made me feel fucking awful & horrible & scared

Patrolled up to 10,000 feet today and could see Yosemite from there; favorite coworker gifted me wild onions at the end of the day.

Favorite coworker left a mason jar with water full of wild onions on the front step.

Came home from work today to find a live snake on the kitchen counter.

OK so there’s this bat.

"Today is August 4, 2026," said a second voice from the kitchen ceiling, "in the city of Allendale, California." It repeated the date three times for memory's sake. "Today is Mr. Featherstone's birthday. Today is the anniversary of Tilita's marriage. Insurance is payable, as are the water, gas, and light bills." --Ray Bradbury, There Will Come Soft Rains