Bokonon

ruzzdotorg:

my father sitting in my empire of boxes waiting for help to arrive to move me. 

one of the few parts of me that came in the move is that amazing painting dear molly peck did for me (of me). 

now when i feel too disconnected or that i’m being swallowed into country life i just try to count all the colours she has in the bags under my eyes. 

it’s very soothing. like a madman’s rosary.