It’s the middle of the summer in this part of the world. Mid-July, specifically, is called the Great Heat, which sounds a lot better in Bulgarian but I’m not used to translating BG-EN, so that’s all you get, I’m afraid. And because it is too hot to think of something potentially witty to write about, here’s a bunch of random pictures I’ve taken recently.
Before
After
He really wanted to get there in order to start worrying how he’ll get down
The stairs to the Kazanlak Thracian Tomb, which, incidentally, feature prominently in Second Skin, which I might publish some day unless I forget.
The cat that broke Little C.’s heart because we refused to take it in. (Pub cat. Why ruin its life of excess?)
Spiderman’s caterpillar, I’m sure of it.
We have it all, including all-natural ways of killing someone we don’t like.
This is how fantasy sagas start, I suspect. With a thorn forest or similar and a pinch of imagination. Then it needs tonnes of imagination, of course, but it all must start with just a pinch. And a thorn forest.
No idea what this is but it looks deadly enough to like.
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De-zombify 