The beautiful detritus from my studio.
I’ve been playing in my little nest. Cutting, sewing, knitting. Watching the rain. The prettiest thing I have to show for it are these threads on my table.
I want to be there now.
Instead I am here. Listening to the rats in the walls whining like puppies. Don’t ask.
Last night I dreamed that I found Maria hanging from the ceiling. It was cinematic. I didn’t see her face only her little sneakers. I cried so hard and so long that when I woke up my throat hurt. I was a little nervous coming to work today.
whos maria? & are you ok now?
she’s the chief here at the Inn. Makes the most delicious scones imaginable.>I’m fine, thank you.