After Equinox.

The thing is, all these months, I thought the hum was the train. Now it turns out the hum is the hum. When I thought the hum was the train, I was fine. Now that it's the hum, I'm not.

The mind is a terrible mess.

Fleece hat the only thing between me and crazy.

Fall, in earnest.

At least the dog's pleased with the world.