Here is a new daily tree. It’s a reflection in rain-speckled water, thus a bit impressionistic.
I’m struggling with a relapse of the cold I had for a while during my travels. Not really feeling 100% currently.
Also messing with the damp, moldy boxes from my storage “studio.” Disappointed it didn’t stay as dry inside as I’d hoped.
On a positive note, Arthur made his signature chili last night. It was good.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Day: January 25, 2019
Caveat: Poem #908 “Automancy”
ㅁ sleep spirals pulls me down and attaches with small, grasping hooks pulls my organs aside trying to find my worries spinning them out like tarot cards reading the divination of dreams
– a pseudo-haiku.
