when pumpkins try to grow brains

that’s right. brains. made of lovely, fuzzy grey mold. eh, the randomly carved pumpkin lasted for less than a week, but it was pleasant to create and look at. i attempted to make sun-eyes, which worked out much better in my mind. there was pleasant company in the carving, lots of flying knives, toasty seeds and good conversations.

also. try to imagine the idea of an egg sized hole in a hip left by a defeated tumor. then rejoice with me that the hole was filled, and the hip gets to stay in. our aunt, that is, not me. i didn’t forget to mention any cancer. but she is doing well, and i feel relieved.

that’s all for now. i’m not up for a massive recap. i’ll cover more of the time lapse soon and try not to disappear again. i’m saying this to myself, you know.