No leaves are brown
I miss the seasons in Harare
My dying town
Thought I'd be cool in California
I'd make you proud
To think I almost had it going
But I let you down
Air Mail
OCT . 05 . 22
HRE ZW
from Silas
wherever you are
OF ENJOYING ALL THINGS WEIRD AND WONDERFUL, NOT EXCLUDING TEACHING COMPUTERS HOW TO SEE, MAKING INTERWEB EXPERIENCES, WRITING, SINGING, READING, AND HELPING CATS IN THEIR QUEST FOR WORLD DOMINATION.
from Silas
wherever you are