you can tell the lifeless shells from the gods the ones who enjoy every drop of rain and the ones who avoid it like the plague
Month: July 2026
exit subway: summer morning and the rain serenades the living dead
coffeeshop break in: mynah trio rattling the window shutters
the day is done and folded neatly archived in the library of the subconscious mind
the early bird: showoff mynah appears on a ledge with its quarry
summer and the sounds of reckless abandon that fills the concrete