Somebody once told me
There's a statue in the Gobi
That's mostly gone from over the knees
Visage lying in the sand
With a sneer of cold command
Cuz the sculptor knew how to please
Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Empires falling and statues crumbling
Check out the words he left behind
On the statue in the desert that nobody can find:
food, travel (-)
Guess who forgot to eat the sandwich she packed for train dinner. Guess who realised this several hot hours late, at the point where said sandwich is entirely unappealing.
I just need to hold on fifteen more minutes. Plus debarkation. Plus a taxi ride. And then B assures me there will be something edible at home. Blergh.
Here is my bee (or another one like it). It is very loud and buzzy.
Like this. Apparently it's a violet carpenter bee.
Update: the strudel was worth it anyway
404 - 264 okay yeah I guess he's the winner, in a very real sense
Infinite worrier, ineffective novelist.
SFF, software engineering, emotions.
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