A Poetic Retelling of a wack-ass dream i had involving a friend of mine becoming a mountaineering vlogger Harry Saroff
Donning hiking boots as of yet unworn, a mountain-trail vlogging star was born: as Ash braved trails beyond the pale, their viewer count grew in high avail. With their vlog they did confide all their vast conquered inclines, but on this day, a presence felt challenged even Ash the Vlogger’s svelte. A clearing rustled; footsteps shuffled, Ash took heed, prepared for a scuffle. Away from their phones, Ash’s viewers did flee upon glimpsing a furry monstrosity. But as the shadowy figure rose into sight, Ash cast away their misbegotten fright and swiftly addressed their shaken crowd: “It’s cool, everyone chill” Ash calmly avowed. “Oh my god, is that Ash?” 83
