barrow @barrow@queer.garden

Hi, I'm barrow (they/them). Welcome to my wayside rest. This account is mainly for scattering abandoned writing and favoriting pictures of cute folks. I am duty-bound to carry out these tasks eternally. #introductions

The room is small, and the furnishings are uncomfortable. How long have you been here?

glowing clouds of fish

85, 90, 91, 93, 16
86, 04, 95, 97, 99
86, 88, 92, 94, 95
85, 86, 35, 93, 96
12, 89, 92, 94, 95

key turns again

burnished lock sitting on a stack of papers

You make your way to the next door between the compartments. The old man pauses his consideration of the outside and looks up at you.

"Beautiful day for a train ride, isn't it?"

His voice crackles like gravel beneath a dusty boot.

evening and early morning washed away in the rain, but now it's now

A smile crept into the fern's voice: "I don't think this is your stop."

The train whistle blows, the gentle rumbling stops for just a moment, and the fern is gone.

I'm cute

no content

hmm

"You did."

A mountain range approaches, mist and mystery and blues and grays running up against the greens and golds.

"And I knew you."

Small lamps along the walls illuminate, and the train enters a tunnel.

"My stop is the next one, but it was nice to see you again."

not really sure what's going on, in general