Frost Apostraphe

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.