Into the Land of Great Forgetting

[monkeyparts]

"...While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core." - W.B. Yeats, The Lake Isle of Innisfree

-  We'll find a new way of living...  So, I came back to write some words about living in a city, and I discovered a bunch of poker-obsessed European people claiming to be my friends.  The internet, I am given to

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[doesdance]

ah, an update. how did my cabbages turn out? something unfortunate happened on the day i left nevada city. or maybe the next morning, i wasn't awake for it

[monkeyparts]

- I don't know about the cabbages- when I left they were still growing. The beans had yet to race up the frames y'all were setting up, and we ate all the kale and chard.
What happened?
Also: I've been meaning to call on account of I have your face-hat. Where ought I send it?

[daisydumont]

it's good to see your words, ben. reading this was a real pleasure.

[monkeyparts]

- Thanks, it's strangely good to be back. I reckon there'll be a bit more writing in me this city season.