29.5.2026 — 28.6.2026 

approximately day 16 000
the frogs are getting louder
wombats are digging
a meriharakka is swearing sweetly
another swears sweetly back
the wind in condensed
independence is a robot
we`ve landed on Mars

i walk
stepping slowly
in prowl
watching the ground
like I’ve never seen it before
unmaking marks
harvesting colour
and the small things that leave dirt in my pocket.

Benjamin Phillips Nozdrachev