It is shitty weather and forecast to get worse, which is nice because it resonates with my soul and i am validated by the environment which i know is not just being condescending or commiserative, because it is dead.

i am making pumpkin and kumara soup and planting coriander in the rain and have a hot water bottle and good music but it is not working.












I lied, I am not planting coriander in the rain, but it desperately needs to be put in the garden, or just somewhere that is not the plastic bag on the lounge floor that it spilt into after i bought it in a little pot from an old lady for one dollar at the fair and threw it around with the heap of other forgotten things in my room because we had a flat inspection and i had to clean up in ten minutes.