My human got Blade neutered today. I am so alarmed. He’s flopping around like a fish, high on anaesthesia.
He’s also lying around and singing.
I am really confused.
the emptiness of longing
the wind drives, rain sweeping. the office warm and accommodating, comfort. the workshop damp and cold. petals dipped in butter. teeth dragging. removing hair to find the heart – but we distrust love. 67 more words
Digging up old stuff in hot places
Archaeologically things are at a bit of a low ebb in Erbil. I’ve been back on site for three days since the end of the Eid holiday. 483 more words
5 months, 2 weeks