Frost Apostraphe

I peeled at something at the back of my head. My scalp had been sunburned and was cracking off my head. Dandruff; disgusting. But wait. Dandruff is usually rather small? So something had lodged itself into my cranium, this was the thing I was peeling away. When the thing came away my head bled. The thing was maybe the size of a flattened cola can. And it had been stuck on my head this whole time and I hadn't even noticed?? Bad form. Next order of business- discover what the thing was. It had a bunch of short straws sticking out of it. Aha. It was an organic Lego. Whatever it was meant to stick to, I doubted it was the back of my head.





Perhaps I should look at becoming a woman with an owl on her head. My eyes are big enough, heaven knows.



Also in my dream, I was begging the world for four more days to finish my show, four more four more. Marta had disappeared into the ether and she was in my group. "The loss of Marta has crippled our group and we can't possibly finish on time," I insisted to the President. We went to Marta's apartment because we were beginning to be worried and also we really did need her to finish my show stuff. Inside, her refrigerator had been moved, her electricity was off, and the place was flooded because all her faucets were turning on and off by themselves in 3 second intervals.



The darkness, the redness. There's a waiter in there somewhere.

Here is a summary of some of the dreams I had in the past 24 hours:

1. Andra wrote me an e-mail where she spelled out exactly why she wasn't talking to me and it was going to make perfect sense and I was going to understand... but I couldn't open the e-mail because of my bad internet connection.

2. My mom was holding some sort of sleeping fox-puppy and her name was Kira, I believe, and she was saying that wasn't she cute and I was going to hold her but she was just too heavy to move. My mom was treating Kira like a human baby and I was trying to determine if she was a human baby or a fox puppy. I finally asked my mom. She said human. I said, "Ah, of course. It was the ears that were throwing me off." And sure enough, Kira had little fox ears poking out of her fine black hair.

3. A girl I went to high school with (her name was Marta) came out as gay, and I was confused because she had a boyfriend. Somehow this confession allowed her to go into space, which I didn't think was all that smart because there were killer meteors flying around out there anyway.

I wish I would see more interesting non-representational graffiti out there. At the far right of this picture you can see the work of a guy we have in town. It's the grey outlined in black.




What this guy does, he paints a couple squares on a building as if there was graffiti underneath and someone did a hasty job of covering it. Then he outlines the squares in some contrasting type color. It's a simple idea really but I kind of love it. Maybe I'll go find some examples of his work to show.

I don't think this was meant to be anything. Just a bad stucco patch job and someone tryna scrub off some pink tags, but I thought it was pretty. The picture is nothing special. Sorry.