First Friday
First Friday
First Friday
First Friday

it’s been a very strange couple of weeks with significant changes to life and plans but that’s how the world works sometimes. it’s quite fitting that a first friday seemed to mark the official transition.

sitting alone in the new warehouse, a loop i made on repeat for about it’s thirtieth minute. i have food leftover from bertie lou’s but no silverware. it’s a nice day and i’m going to edit poetry in a nearby park. it’s not the worst situation i’ve ever been in.