Now my stuff's played and his stuff ain't

[sovay]

On the one hand our after-dinner walking route may possibly have been overambitious for the amount of tired spatch and I were tonight, but on the other hand I climbed a tree.



I am honestly sorry that I did not write and direct a short film in early high school with my best childhood friend as I dreamed last night, even though part of the dream was also rewatching it as adults and wincing a lot. We had been strongly influenced by a bunch of Surrealists that I doubt I really knew about when I was fourteen.

Please, please enjoy this pop-up trombone.

Comments

[asakiyume]

No need to apologize! The things you do remember, you remember in brilliant detail that astonishes and delights me. The fact that you don't remember **everything** seems natural to me.