I believe this is what one would call a desolate wasteland. Seriously I feel like I am on Mars. Where did all the trees go? Or did Mott just never have any? Also why are all the roads covered with gravel? I swear it is possible to go days without seeing another human being here. I’ve been reading through some of my old notebooks with a mixture of amusement and something else that is a bad emotion. ( I was going to google “bad emotions” to figure out what it’s called but eh…)
And I learned about the blues from this kitten I knew, her hair was raven and her heart was like a tomb.