memories

One night when I was 9, I was living in Cameroon, a hand appeared through the window curtains just like this, while I was reading in my bed. 

A memory that resonates deeply with this piece by @checkthreetimes

Writer, poet, editor-in-chief | 3x Magazine

One night when I was 9, I was living in Cameroon, a hand appeared through the window curtains just like this, while I was reading in my bed. 

A memory that resonates deeply with this piece by @checkthreetimes 


https://rodeo.club/post/0xCB6AFbCE79B75BE49aAfd8B9e3e70106f78330b7/1?referrer=0x0Df99849Ed9146A78ffA8608360B9108cD421634

Artist-author from France •+• Creating the Solars, a sci-fi universe dedicated to arts, enlightenment and harmony with nature www.solaires.art

Wow!! So cool to see this get shared here! That story is both fascinating and frightening! Thank you for sharing!

🤘🏼solarpunk artist  | gaming | cozy slow living | forgotten tech  🏴‍☠️✌🏼another world is possible! /sprout /rise-up /cryptids ⛩︎

It wasn't a joke, maybe it was a mad person, some of them wandered in the streets at that time. With my mother we left the house and went to a friend's place that night.

woah...  i dont like that, nor whoever did it. was it ominous or funny? if it felt funny i guess i like it... but I dont get the feeling you laughed.

Mesh Painter. Name is Follows, it's not a statement :} Him - Channels 🎨  /art-school 🤔 /memories 🌐 /artworld 🧊 /cubeart  
🔗  https://chrisfollows.com