Makework
stranded spider
building cobwebs on the ferry:
godspeed, little one
Just keep swimming.
My first choice for the last line of this poem was “dumbass”, but that seemed a little harsh. Sometimes we just have to make the best of a bad situation.
Today’s music is a choice so blindingly popular it’s almost guaranteed to make your eyes roll, but things are often popular for a reason. Mr Brightside by The Killers has been consuming me for days on end, and now it’ll consume you too.