the fries were okay. In the clamshell is a croissant sandwich that wasn’t actually a sandwich. Just a croissant with all of the ingredients piled atop of it. Mixed sprouts, avocado, egg, beet dressing, beets, some other stuff. Messy. Fries were rosemary feta.

I’m in a 7 month seasonal position and was granted a paid week off. I used it to go back home for a week. Home was as it was left. For the most part there wasn’t evidence of my departure. Nothing shifted. My dog grew. My room did feel devoid of energy. All my stuff crowded around my room overwhelmed me. I keep everything. I have too much. I know. My altar was covered in dust. no cobwebs. Just dust. Just dust. Just dust. Evidence of my absence