Sometimes my brain seems like a bad roommate in a 90s show taking indecipherable phone messages. “Go to the other room.” Why? What was I supposed to do when I got here? Why didn’t you write more down????
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
Sometimes my brain seems like a bad roommate in a 90s show taking indecipherable phone messages. “Go to the other room.” Why? What was I supposed to do when I got here? Why didn’t you write more down????