Did You Make That Image Yourself? It's Very Good! Were There Any Pictures Of You From Before The Amine?

Radiograph (William Yew x Henry Bicknell) stimboard

✭ with radio/ forest stims

✫ RQ'd by @southernambrosebassford!

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william i love you

Love ya too, pal!

你的中文名字是什么？我叫李柔嘉！

哦，我……我记不清...没有印象…道歉！

bro are you billy!?

Sure is a nickname you can call me!

HIII U LOOK LIKE A NICE GUY THX FOR THE FOLLOW

Of course! Nice to make your acquaintance. Come on in!

Hi William. I imagine it must be a bit odd having a bunch of strangers on your blog and asking a bunch of personal questions without even introducing ourselves. Sorry about that.

That’s perfectly all right! The more the merrier — boy, am I glad to have company!

how can i join the abime? i'm tired of it out here

YES! You're on the right track, kid. S'pose the method this time takes a tad longer than the usual, but trust me -- keep tunin' in and you'll be here with no trouble. Remember to write things down! Take photos! Keep track of it all. Conversations. Weather. The texture of your skin. The way the air smells. What it feels like to move a limb. The sounds of your favorite places. The taste of the back of your teeth. Real generous-like, all right? Nothin's useless info. And tune on in. See ya soon!

welcome back, my friend! i hope your trip went well, and i see that you've reunited with an old friend! best wishes!

Hello! Thank you for your well wishes! The trip was, well, as smooth as it could be, but we're all in one piece! And yes! He's more than a friend now, ha! Ha! Wahoo!

aw, stop it, you big sap & best wishes to you as well!

woah, i haven't checked your blog in a while and just noticed that now there's two of you running it! hope you like it here so far, henry!

We just found our way back here! Gettin' accustomed to these new digs and everything.

yeah, you haven't missed much. not here, anyway. and i like it here just fine. will's here, after all.

how did you get to know the stratagems?

I remember -- that recording booth. Four faces in that glass reflection. Long session, but boy, was it worth it! I remember jam sessions, a crowd, a banner with their names on it. It comes in bits and pieces.

The first memory of them I rightly recall, I'd say, is sitting across from them. One of their living rooms, I think, with a little brown Steinway upright in the corner. All four of them crowded casual-like onto the couch across from me. Strains of a rag in the air, with us all tapping along to it, the music vibrating through our feet and bones. Next thing I know, I'm looking down at the ivories of that Steinway, and we're all making a tune!