▵dirt

i write books and take photos

i used to think life was a tragedy—now i know that its a comedy

i am limited—i can only do so much—and at that point i must stop—be still—and do nothing

bubble glom

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November 11, 2022

▵dirt

my young friends bubble machine clogged and made this stack of bubbles

we liked the effect and left it broken—

bubbles glommed and glommed on this stack