Paper

The sari material that has done excellent service as curtain for nearly five years, pulled away this morning. Very faded, dusty, worn through now, I took it down. The film on the windows does a pretty good job of reducing the glare through those windows, but it still looks pretty bare and cold without that still lovely fabric.

Visit to Tabula Rasa, found some pretty (Italian, the owner tells me) paper with dragonflies, damsel flies, to attach to the top. It works, adds warmth, cuts out that high angled light that blinds.

On the way out, I passed a card/novelty shop. Halloween decorations, a line of decorated resin skulls. One had a line of bullets like a mohawk. Triggering a song.

"Listen to some bullet-head
And the madness that he's saying." Which I sang all the way home.


Realized how Nostradamus-like it is for the current shitforbrains 'candidate.' I'm not the first to notice this.




This is where the party ends
I can't stand here listening to you
And your racist friend
I know politics bore you
But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you
And your racist friend

It was the loveliest party that I've ever attended
If anything was broken
I'm sure it could be mended
My head can't tolerate this bobbing and pretending
Listen to some bullet-head
And the madness that he's saying.

Out from the kitchen
To the bedroom to the hallway
Your friend apologizes, he could see it my way
He let the contents of the bottle do the thinking
Can't shake the devil's hand
And say you're only kidding

This is where the party ends
I can't stand here listening to you
And your racist friend
I know politics bore you
But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you
And your racist friend




Anyway, the window turned out well.


Jan, 2012



2015


Today. A very overcast day, so it doesn't quite compare.