Found this adorable wrought-iron basket thing in a parking lot while on a night bike ride. Lacking any other way to carry it, I rode home wearing it as a hat.
Dreamer, wanderer, part-time troublemaker. Patron saint of misfits and things left unsaid. Powered by ghosts. Immune to causality. Drowned to death in his own hubris.
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