WormDog

Stories from Estella

He is not really that long, but stretched by still happening. He takes two AA batteries to assure me;he’s here, I am here, though his both ends disagree. His body is caught up in happening, though his arse and his face have happened fully. If I follow his going end, I never reach anywhere, but if I meet him head on, he never walked. I see him going and coming. I press his left paw and he tells me: continue.