mutethepianos

Undeniably important and undeniably terrible, a vortex of excavated words, sanding each other our through an endless tumbling, pulsating within your assigned position, a strangely diplomatic-esque negotiation process to the formation of territory and stakes, while not unique to this platform taking on a singular way of being. A comforting separation inside of me, that gives way to some sort of horror lurking underneath the surface, unmasking the facade. Makes me multi factor sign in every single time I log in, as if someone else would want anything to do with my profile.

A one of a kind food, slips perfectly into the flow that breakfast must have, endlessly and simply eatable each morning acting as a sort of return to home base, a yardstick by which to judge the past 24 hours and move forward into the next 24 hours. Only loses half a star due to difficulties with finding consistency with cooking time, and a strange recurring phenomenon of one egg being not quite enough and two eggs being too much. Perhaps these facts keep it from fading into the background of my life too heavily, though.

Frozen, pumpkin flavor from Trader Joe's. Paired with Kirkland maple syrup. Slightly more crunchy and hard than expected, pumpkin as more of an undertone, but yet harkening back to the pumpkin pancakes of yore, when life was simpler. Lost in translation via work responsibilities, but still existing as a wisp of peace through breakfast on this Wednesday morning.