I’m convinced New York City is a living thing.
THIS. MEANS. WAR.
Naked and Red by Colour Revolt.
Fine now, for the record.
The WHAT-IF monsters chattering their what-if’s in my head while I try to sleep.
Have this one too much.
Anne and Andy’s cat, Momo. Sometimes I take care of her. She’s alright, for a cat and all.
A large piece of wood that rests against a wall in my living room. I’ll probally never finish it, and never hang it.
Someone is regularly salting snails on the sidewalk, near my front door. Got my bottom dollar on the elementary school kids who learn directly across from my home.