salad wild awake a few miles south of us
Today: art history, boredom in the writing center, walking home through freezing pouring rain to make an appointment with the dentist. Spattering my hands and arms with ink, making a crude mock-up of a map. What am I mapping? Salad. Don't ask me to explain that one, at least not yet. Twisting light metals into delicate barbed wire: nickel silver, silver-plated copper.
And listening to "Frank's 2000 Inch TV," over and over and over again.
And listening to "Frank's 2000 Inch TV," over and over and over again.