Monday, July 16, 2007

Fig. 23

...and each one is tied to me, tied to a bundle of my hair...




...and they sing to me, they sing into my ear, they know all my favorite tunes from childhood....
...there is a pack of light blue birds that floats above my head, not swarming, but floating calmly...

...and when they carry me, they carry me one inch above ground, not to allow any sort of suspicion. ...