beginning

Henry sat with his unusually low body temperature staring at his two fish. He turned, looked outside the window at the night sky and realised that he hadn't eaten for two days and at the same time wasn't hungry. He then thought about what he might eat if he was hungry and then changed his thoughts to wether or not fish ever felt like a change from eating fish food. He turned again and walked outside into the living room where his mother was standing upside down against a cupboard door. 'hi', he said. Before continuing out the front door and down the street.

 


the beginning of a story for english.  i have no pictures today.  everything that i would take a picture of is on my desk at school. sooner.

thinking of pretty things.  going to get out of the house.  maybe.

wool sloth

i've been so slow lately.  like a tiny little sloth that is too frightened to speak.  because i believe if sloths had slightly more courage they would talk all the time.  and tell us how they feel and what they know.  i keep having trouble doing.  are you doing? 


i want to make more things with wool.  but i can't justify in words.  which is silly.  i am confused about why i am doing things.