My Diary: The Ship Of The Mind

I walked the walls of a medieval city wearing a hat that came down to my knees.‭ ‬As the day progressed I spoke to statues while my wife struggled through tunnels of cloth.‭ ‬We came back riding bareback on metal maggots‭ ‬-‭ ‬hers was called Achilles and mine was called Hector.

The Ship Of The Mind

The Ship Of The Mind

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