These are from fall, when four of us went apple picking in upstate new york. We ended up at Mr. Appl
These are from fall, when four of us went apple picking in upstate new york. We ended up at Mr. Apples - a sparsely populated orchard, deceptively unabandoned, and not unlike Carcosa in True Detective (season 1). There were handwritten and cryptic notes, from the 60s and before, written on paper wrapped in plastic and hung on the inner walls of a poorly lit shack. Mr. Apples historical documentation of his life and that of the orchard was both alarming and delightful. I’m heading back to California in a week for father’s day. I can’t wait to drive again. Meanwhile, i’ve been writing a trashy sci-fi story about a robot named Salome and a genderless character called Tso who travel through a black hole and end up in our universe. It’s really bad, and I really love writing it.I’ve also been experiencing moments of Schadenfreude but more on the level of recognizing that a certain past failure is not mine to own. And that is freeing. -- source link
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