Artist, writer, teacher, Jane of all trades, living life to the dregs.
Monday, February 22, 2010
All I can smell right now is dust. I taste dust. Fine, tan, everywhere dust. The world is sepia with ten feet of visibility. Our car was white and clean at two this afternoon. By five-thirty it was splotchy tan. Now, by nine o'clock, there is nothing white left. I'm considering starting a garden on the roof.