Memories in Boxes, Memories in Bottles
Sunny today. Our high was 91˚F, with the heat index at 97˚F. A proper June day.
I think I must not have slept much. I was in bed at 11 p.m., but I woke at 4:44 a.m., and was out of bed at 5. I tried to write an introduction for Bradbury Weather, because I would like there to be one. But I suck at this sort of shit. I wrote for two hours and hated every word I put on "paper." I may have another try at it tomorrow, scrapping everything I did today. But I have very little time to waste.
The last few years, I have watched my world dying before my eyes. Bulldozed. Pulled down stone by stone. Built over. Forgotten. Condemned. Denounced. Relegated in the idiot hope Utopia lies ahead.
I don't know how I keep getting out of bed.
But, hey, there's the Big Cartel shop. A place to hock my follies.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
11:40 a.m.
I think I must not have slept much. I was in bed at 11 p.m., but I woke at 4:44 a.m., and was out of bed at 5. I tried to write an introduction for Bradbury Weather, because I would like there to be one. But I suck at this sort of shit. I wrote for two hours and hated every word I put on "paper." I may have another try at it tomorrow, scrapping everything I did today. But I have very little time to waste.
The last few years, I have watched my world dying before my eyes. Bulldozed. Pulled down stone by stone. Built over. Forgotten. Condemned. Denounced. Relegated in the idiot hope Utopia lies ahead.
I don't know how I keep getting out of bed.
But, hey, there's the Big Cartel shop. A place to hock my follies.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
11:40 a.m.