i don’t know how well i’ve hidden this (or if i’ve even bothered to), but living alone and working from my bedroom for a year really has turned me into a howard hughesian hermit-freak. maybe by some metric you could argue i’ve grown increasingly deranged, but more accurately i’d say it has just amplified my eccentricities. so be it. age was always going to push me into those stranger realms— it’s just that i took a shortcut to get there is all. not a bad thing! just to be clear though: i am not yet at the point where i subsist entirely on milk and cookies and subsequently piss into the empty milk jars. i’ll save that for my forties!
ok good-night ☆彡