left is a direction i often walk in, instead of right, when i have time to wander a new place without being led by anything in particular. why left? i do not know, although i have to make sure i don’t walk in a square and therefore over and over and over, getting hotter and hotter, in the midday sun.
The midday sun’s rays are leaving me parched. I search for an oasis, getting more nervous with each minute that passes, as sweat continues to drip from my face. I may die of dehydration, one of my biggest fears. Or is Death my biggest fear, camouflaged under the infinite ways it can present itself?
Lights are flickering. Again. Like lantern flames dancing on the walls in a cave. Except caves tend to be, I don't know... not so fucking hot. Seriously, God, Allah, Zeus, whoever is up there, mind turning the thermostat down to a nice low-to-mid hellfire? Perhaps shutting the louvers to this our land of (scalded) milk and (burnt) honey?
Burnt honey and the faint scent of apples was all that was left.
left is a direction i often walk in, instead of right, when i have time to wander a new place without being led by anything in particular. why left? i do not know, although i have to make sure i don’t walk in a square and therefore over and over and over, getting hotter and hotter, in the midday sun.
The midday sun’s rays are leaving me parched. I search for an oasis, getting more nervous with each minute that passes, as sweat continues to drip from my face. I may die of dehydration, one of my biggest fears. Or is Death my biggest fear, camouflaged under the infinite ways it can present itself?
Lights are flickering. Again. Like lantern flames dancing on the walls in a cave. Except caves tend to be, I don't know... not so fucking hot. Seriously, God, Allah, Zeus, whoever is up there, mind turning the thermostat down to a nice low-to-mid hellfire? Perhaps shutting the louvers to this our land of (scalded) milk and (burnt) honey?