
02/26/2025
I don’t know if this is a soft launch or a hard launch, but somewhere between, I’m hurtling forward, feeling like a slingshot is flinging me through time; somehow, time travel is real-ish. I flew in a laughing plane, a screaming plane, and then a sleeping plane with my 16-year-old human and am now somewhere in the Far East, post-seizing and vomit, fits and starts. I’m here with Crow, navigating their launch into a dream they created. If they are a Crow, I’ll be their Heron, flying as near or as far as they need. For images and words, follow me over at . For now, will be a personal account hosting horseriding images, and will have new news soon.