Factoids from my life

[yakalskovich]

At the bottom of the escalator in the train station where I get off to go home, there was a puddle of blood this evening. Just sitting there. Not smeared, not nothing.

And on the way home, I bough two fresh figs entirely because there's something utterly salacious in the way figs lie in your hand, soft and plump and taut and just begging to be squeezed, let alone bitten into...