The branch I heard falling last night turned out not to be from an oak, but a pine. It brushed through the foliage of an adjacent oak on its way down. It wasn't as large as it sounded, either, though it did manage to splay an unfortunate rhododendron bush. I saw the dead branch this morning, black and wet in the gray light. looking like a bit of three-dimensional calligraphy meant to convey some message, but undecipherable. For some reason, it made me melancholy. Later, I dreamed of old brick houses falling into decay, and of looking for something I couldn't identify and couldn't find. No wonder I wanted to do nothing all afternoon but watch the sunlit clouds drift aimlessly above the cheerful green day.
Airy
The branch I heard falling last night turned out not to be from an oak, but a pine. It brushed through the foliage of an adjacent oak on its way down. It wasn't as large as it sounded, either, though it did manage to splay an unfortunate rhododendron bush. I saw the dead branch this morning, black and wet in the gray light. looking like a bit of three-dimensional calligraphy meant to convey some message, but undecipherable. For some reason, it made me melancholy. Later, I dreamed of old brick houses falling into decay, and of looking for something I couldn't identify and couldn't find. No wonder I wanted to do nothing all afternoon but watch the sunlit clouds drift aimlessly above the cheerful green day.
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52/04: Later and Later
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52/03: No Salt, Sherlock
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52/02: I Knew
Dinner for breakfast again, following morning at midnight, and a wish to still be asleep. My brain feels like a muddled Miró, comically scary though…
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