Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Beaker and the Chickens
Photography from the Fine Arts show at the State Fair. It's got a muppet, what else does it need? This is my kind of wacky art.
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