seven or so years ago i ordered in a lovely book from the states called 'Prometheus Rising' by Robert Anton Wilson which then after reading lent to a crack head friend and never got it back again
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there is an expectation when you go to your parents house that there will be delicious food. but there is none. i've been alternating between muesli and curry for days and i MUST have something nice. i ate some cashews but they were unsalted.
the oven is still warm. they were here. they're holding out on me.
i never noticed before how the people on public transport so early in the morning sit with their eyes closed. feels like being on a bus full of sleep walkers.