Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish, I wish he'd go away...
When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn't see him there at all!
text from Antigonish [I met a man who wasn't there] by William Hughes Mearnes, monotype print w digital touch-ups
sorry im not so active in here anymore i really went on to become what i thought i wouldnt.... a twitter user.... at heart im always a tumblrina but ill be honest the last year in here has been tumultuous and stressful , weird messages and also the politics of the site in general getting rancid by the minute ya know
march 12th entry :
"he is different from other people ive come to expect, he doesnt want to make himself small for me, he just wants to keep proving he can take the work i give him, i can tell he wants to impress me, which makes my whole job easier"
a self centered view on the survivalist instincts of a kid