Jul 06, 2005 23:34
Picture - A Buffalo, NY day in late January. Everything is frozen, but it's about 50 degrees. After hiding from Dubuffets at the museum, we go to the lake. We play on ice pyramids; I call the beach Iceland/Egypt. We try not to fall down oubliettes, and lay upside down on the ice as the sun sets, making fun of the toilet paper sky. The stars appear as pinpricks on a deepening canvass, and we haunt the frozen night.