you wandered off the path
good. this is where half-baked ideas grow. mind the weeds — some of these thoughts are thorned.
currently growing: …
each one has something written on it. go on — nothing here bites. (much.)
the things that keep coming back.
For whenever it goes cosmically, minorly wrong, these are what keep me grounded.
specimens, mostly. hover to hear them whisper. click to look closer.
not everything survives. that's allowed.