my cellphone camera is no better at viewing small details than my aging eyes, which is ironic because this phone model has a bulging camera area and is sold on its supposed power. it’s bullshit.
however, i do think it might have some advantages. the january daylight has this strange quality for me, some days, where it is both weak and glaringly bright. i wondered if my phone’s eye would see it the same, but the image was much more sensibly balanced than whatever’s happening on my retinas.
to me, the world outside is dismal, save the tops of cars and wet asphalt, which are blinding, eye-searing puddles and streaks of dull yellow-white. glad i don’t have to drive.
anyway, hastily working on another article for later today. wanted to wash the bile of my last post away before i put that up, and melancholy is as reasonable a chaser as anything.
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love this song. so good.
found out the guy who wrote it is named james kirk, so information about him is buried in search results by space shooters shit. that’s quite amusing.
fucking christ. dropped my candy cane and it picked up enough hair to be classified as a mammal.
Whose hair?
(I don’t remember if you have critters or if it’s just you primates.)
probably some wild fiber spun from three primates a cat various items of clothing and brushes and spiderwebs
I live alone. I have longish, very thin, very fine hair.
It is *always* constrained; elastics, clips, bonnet.
When I brush it, the brush gets quite full.
And yet, every time I Swiffer™, there is that new mammal-ish.