the dried apples, the organic apples, the apple juice. “sehr gut” from frankfurt actually.
it is pouring outside. buckets of water are being thrown against all windows of the house.
i am on the inside, imagining how i will leave the house. today? tomorrow?

the offices were shuffled around. tomorrow i will have the chance to see the sunrise at home. the sunset at the office. somehow.

celery. good amounts of it. even the little yellowish trees that taste like a freshly painted toy car. how do i know? it probably comes from the same corner that reminds me that mercury feels like something very cold and heavy and actually heavier than the lead toy soldiers i would chew on now and then.

not sure i did.

not sure about plenty of things actually.

optimistic still.

dried apple. the “very good” apple juice from frankfurt, organic apple.

one more
left.

i will have it
now.

(rust to rust)