150;

i hung my polaroids and postcards up  the way i did in knox. small comfort. i’m making this my home.

this morning i dreamt of approaching a clydesdale in a barn, but when i got close it was only a jackass. it kept trying to bite me. and yet, i kept trying to pet it. you can’t get much more freudian than that.

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