03.07.06 - 4:05 p.m.

The other day it rained just enough (like water drifting through a sifter in the sky) that the asphalt turned a mild shade of darker and stirred its scent into the air. I think wet pavement is the smell of happiness.

Sunday night I thought I saw the Grim Reaper shuffle past me on the street and almost collapsed.

I woke up this morning with my whole sheet rolled into a tube and wrapped around my neck twice. I stood up and was wearing a scarf.

see< >saw

i whisper hello to everything