I am so sad the painter of walls has been out again a shining white lumpen form appears on the edge of the O’Brien/Engineer’s house fence, a leg block has fallen from minecraft and into the Glen, a pixillated thing has invaded my real world so pointless and truncated so dismembered and adrift this white think spoils the surface and the membrane that connects me to the ground. It looks so forlorn in the image below but it sucked the life out of me when I saw it.
Later I find a strange fruit by the burnt bench, I see now the spiral poo, an emoji on the stone pedestal, sums up my day.
