“OH MY GOD. CLARENCE! There’s a human in the kitchen and it’s fucking huge. It’s about the size of my pedipalp. Oh god they’re so fucking gross. It’s like a worm with a forked tail, how do they even stand on just two legs, it makes no sense. EW OH EW I can see its thingies, its fingers!! It’s got like a million fucking fingers. I’m not getting out of the shower til you kill it. Oh my god let’s just move, can’t we just move? Let’s just burn the house to the ground, it’s the only way to be sure.”

i got lots of feelings bout the traaaaaain station

ain’t no pigeons welcome in the traaaaaain station

i got lots of questions bout the traaaaaaain station

look closely for the colours in the traaaaaain station

♫  ♬

Ephemera (Aug 2014)

1. Oils.

2. Spider that crawled onto my desk and died right beside my laptop, possibly trying to make some kind of point.

3. Aerated bleach.

4. Wild pheasant, mediocre at camouflage

5. …which is why it’s important they produce many baby pheasants and scatter them liberally around fields

6. I was supposed to house-sit but when I got there this guy had already moved in.

7. We argued over the bedroom.

8. These trees are beautiful in a way that makes my heart hurt.

9. Found photograph. “Made in W. Germany.”

Trying to piece together a story or perhaps divine some advice from the cosmos based on these burnt scraps of newspaper I found near the woods, but I’m not liking where this is going.