#flys

“Is it really you?” “You need to stop asking me that”

a most charismatic fly spent the dark part of the morning exploring my desk and everything on it

even though it's cold and wet, i meant to go for a ramble once it got light out, but boba has finally settled on my shoulder after a morning sowing chaos, and that has tipped the scales towards not

despite the cold, some of the birdseed we spread outside the window has become sunflower sprouts that we can watch along with the songbirds

the forced winter amaryllis on the table bloomed and wilted and began to fade. i peeled the wax off the bulb and left it in the woods near the creek. i'm not sure why, but i never named her

last night, i dreamt of nuclear apocalypse in a very linear way, like the plot of a movie, and then i dreamt of it again. lately, all of my dreams, even the dark ones, have carried a feeling of lucid interest without sadness or fear. i don't know where the dream fear has gone

Sine stuff of of my fly couple 🫶