My roommate Mauricio and I bought a bunch of wood for the garden shrine. We’re making a roof that will survive the winter snow. It’s a fun project, but it’s more fun just having someone who’s helping, a project buddy.
Why am I here?
I don’t mean the abyss garden,
I mean earth, here, this place.
You have a friend who desperately needs help and is in too much pain or embarassment to ask.