Trees come from the air, and air comes from the sun. Mind blown. The fire in a burning log is only a piece of the sun’s energy. Mind blown.
I had a dream I was on the moon with Cameron. We’d stopped the rover to check seismic anchors, and when I wasn’t looking, he pulled cotter pins from the … Continue reading Dream: Mischievous on the Moon
I don’t know if I’ll finish with linseed oil or Liquin.
Late Entry Due to Ice Cream Induced Stupor