when i don’t post online for a while i wonder if people think it’s because i’m unusually happy or unusually sad but obviously they don’t actually think about it at all, why would they think about it at all. well but guess what, i haven’t been unusually anything except unusually quiet. i’ve been making things and goofing off and kicking around. and i’m TRYING to listen to all of the 601 albums from 2024 i downloaded so i can make you a list (no one asked for this). but i’m thinking of doing nothing and what that might mean.
many years ago i told the wind i didn’t know where i was going and the wind said, “you can come with me,” and i didn’t have anything better to do so i went with the wind and now here i am and i guess i’d call the wind a friend about it.
here’s a poem, i tried my best.
