reverse spaghettification from the black hole that was 2020
If you’ve ever tried to re-ravel a skein of yarn that’s been on the lam since 2015 in your Bag of Craft Supplies, you’ll know how impossible it can be to untangle the gordian knot of fibers enmeshed in every possible nook. Trying to pull a cohesive narrative from the black hole of 2020 is the same; to wrap a spaghettified self into a nice neat ball is to defy all laws of physics & logic. Rather, let it remain a free noodle.
Maybe by chance through the infinite little bumps and tangles along the way it’ll knit itself into a cozy scarf. Maybe.
a 2020 photo dump sans context
february
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april
may
june
july
P.S. I’m planning to update this blog slightly more frequently than once a year, but don’t hold me to that
