Mar 18
This morning I noticed the soft rustle of plastic bags around the room sounded like small fires burning. The knock of hands against bed posts, added pops and cracks.
The zip of zippers distracted me from visualizing this, until I found them to sound like farts. Quick, squeaky ones. Slow, deep ones.
I made images in my mind of the farts and fires around me.
March 19th, 2006 at 9:23 am
I dream it was me
To be young and care free
taking wonderful photographs
enjoying many laughs
finding yourself and who you will be.