In the words of my good friend Cactus Jack, I think I'm back to being strong happy. Last night's dreams made me cry and wake up with an anxious, wretched feeling lodged somewhere under a rib. Now I have the love of my life (see below) sitting at my feet, I can see Scuttle sitting outside, on the ledge of my window and I have my usual confusion somewhere in the back of my head, that keeps becoming more peaceful and gentle with time. Internet, this is one of those times when one has nothing to say. This is one of those afternoons where everything everywhere is in a comfortable state of peace and love.

Definitive love of my young life