What happens on Instagram doesn’t stay on Instagram. That sounds catchy and cheesy, right? What I mean is that I give you literally what I posted on Instagram last week, continuing in my snap-a-day thingy.
12 March: It’s been raining and the tile on my balcony appears rusty, which is curious, given it’s not even made of metal.
13 March: The skies haven’t fallen yet. Though doom and gloom are constantly impending.
14 March: I lit a candle and it was red and warm and nice.
15 March: Today was the day when I, as every day, made coffee.
16 March: That’s my cat’s spot. The other day I made the mistake of using the at the moment vacant spot to fold laundry. Bad idea. Now all my laundry is furry.
17 March: Kids are fascinating creatures. They need so little to amuse themselves. These look like Star Wars kids. In the modest conditions of the tenement culture, of course.
18 March: Light, light! I almost loved that, but I don’t have the capacity, obviously.