...has happened. No rain and yet very little sun. The few individuals walking the streets are all wearing hats, an odd thing. There's a new trend here that is clear at work. It feels sinister; it feels odd.
At night an odd sound rushes through my house--the sound of wind whipping around a corner. I've grown used to it and have learned to sleep quite well. It' white noise, that's it.
This morning my computer was broke and I had to paint something, because what else is there to do except watch the bland landscape, and all those hats. Jesus, when did that get to be a trend. I feel both alienated and comfortable--but these images, these hatted men and women, I can't get out of my head.
I pick up my brush and what do I paint....?
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