death walnuts

[dweeezil]

Whenever I’m between jobs, I return to my dad’s house in southern California. At first, I was pulled back, but now I return out of habit, or perhaps out of laziness. In a way, I’ve come to loathe this place. Once it was all I knew, and I loved it. What it’s still here, I have grown, while it has ossified and degenerated. The things I loved, the

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[anonymous]

Hey strange, still alive?