#1810 (#088)

all patterns whirling as the women dance and spin their seshweshwes live

#1809 (#087)

layers are the key thus thought the sando goes on and i am ready

#1808 (#086)

quite fooled the first time but now i just roll eyes at 419 emails

#1807 (#085)

weather that’s sweet as . moments in the sun that pause. the stretching of time.

#1806 (#084)

tangy aromas filling the air and my nose  say, “ fish head curry !”

#1805 (#083)

all that i have left a single furoshiki i hold every night

#1804 (#082)

Brooklyn bulla cake far from home but still at home with avocado

#1803 (#081)

all of my CanCon i could live in my tv how happy i'd be

#1802 (#080)

titivate myself become some “mr tidy” still interview shit

#1801 (#079)

stretching far away trying to stay close it this yellow brick road