The Underground King was not as happy to see me as he normally is, and I don't know if its because he was expecting I'd forget about the piece, or because of his unexpected guest ( Read more... )

The torrential downpour in San Francisco has reached such a height that the streets are flooded. Children are carefully placing paper boats at the edge of the water, grinning in glee when the current sweeps them away. Mice are sailing upon plastic water bottles, old cups, and various other garbage that has yet to succumb to the current of rain ( Read more... )