Zoe Kempf-Harris
@zozietropes.bsky.social
English PhD Candidate • Tethered Modernist, Transatlantic Nerd • Independent writer without a plan • Improviser with too many plans • DM with Schrödinger's plan
When I lived in a coach house in an English garden, this chicken used to come to my door and stand there for ages—expecting to be allowed entry, pecking at the glass.
My sister: "LET HER IN"
Me: "The problem isn't letting her in, it's getting her out again..."
My sister: "LET HER IN"
Me: "The problem isn't letting her in, it's getting her out again..."
May 27, 2025 at 8:12 PM
When I lived in a coach house in an English garden, this chicken used to come to my door and stand there for ages—expecting to be allowed entry, pecking at the glass.
My sister: "LET HER IN"
Me: "The problem isn't letting her in, it's getting her out again..."
My sister: "LET HER IN"
Me: "The problem isn't letting her in, it's getting her out again..."