a story about looking very appealing in yellow, inspiration borne of nature documentaries, and the kind of ingenuity that only develops in times of isolation

sometimes on a night out, you feel like you’re losing your grip on reality and nobody else gets it - but sometimes, reality loses its grip on you

grief twists inside a person, animals are symbols, and death is imagined a thousand times over

how do you prepare to move across continents? how do you prepare to change your life? (and how do you recover from shitting your pants in public?)

this is not don quixote, this is not oliver twist, this is not even goosebumps - but it’s damn good

ever stumbled across a part of the internet that you really, really didn’t want to experience?