hospital full (day 138)

(@CrookedCosmos)

Band of tomorrow thread.

"No perfume, no syntax, no flower can be definitively policed." --The Baudelaire Fractal

Brightside Crossing.

i may have sung
we shall overcome
maskless crowd among
in my spring
in my run to home

now we huddle strong
or we cluster mad
season worse to be young
still freedom t'ward
still that run to home

Terrace with a sea view. (via @MrValenberg)

"...my free will had received a mortal wound; and that another's mistake or misfortune might plunge innocent me into unmerited disaster..." @MobyDickatSea

(@TerrifyingVids)