More stress on the bus ride back. It's difficult to cope when your nerves are rent open and spilled in front of you. People step indiscriminately, they're trying to get somewhere, they know not what they do. We feel like small town girls spit on by concrete, grouped with hungry fingers, jostled about by faceless coats and men with white tendrils sprouting from their ears. It is a grotesque collision, a dance of sharp yet addled minds reeking of stale piss and cigarette smoke. And we weep in these harsh spaces, with its angles and black skid marks and casual garbage screaming their history, their stories from the unrelenting stone. We weep for them and the death of their purity, the death of their caring, their hope. There is only space in the heart for mourning in the filthy city.
Today's Drawing (inspired by the word "Penmanship" from the disappearing inkwell)
Today's "365" Project (Something will happen soon. I have a feeling. And it has! Just not something good. This prompt was to make something unappetizing seem appetizing. I poured some nails on tortilla chips. I think the title speaks for the piece.)
"Nailed It!"
No Runner's Today - A much deserved break for everyone!
Haiku of the Day:
The sun of summer
winks in and out through the clouds
coy and elusive
The sun of summer
winks in and out through the clouds
coy and elusive
Today's Drawing (inspired by the word "Penmanship" from the disappearing inkwell)
Today's "365" Project (Something will happen soon. I have a feeling. And it has! Just not something good. This prompt was to make something unappetizing seem appetizing. I poured some nails on tortilla chips. I think the title speaks for the piece.)
"Nailed It!"
No Runner's Today - A much deserved break for everyone!
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