I feel like perfectly manicured suburbia appears sinister, like its hiding a rotten core. I like to combat this by letting my backyard do whatever it damn well pleases!
that lawn mowing guy who goes around to neglected/abandoned houses. i dont support grass lawnsπ and love long grasses with lots of bugs and whatnot but maybe its the sound of the mower/weed wacker that just always knocks me out? like being a kid taking a midday nap in summer while everyone tends to the yard work
Remember how weird everyone else is. Remember that youβre everyone else. You belong with these people. Your community is spread out in front of you, sprawled along takeout cups, staring at their phones, trying to get home.
