October 4, 2015

(Jul 30) July was all about the fail. Nothing much got done. The perfect middle of the Summer That Wasn’t.

When I die, this will be the mark I leave behind

The creatures of summer are everywhere

There’s been a lot of waiting here

Someone has lost their screws

These photos inexplicably continue to sum up my present existence perfectly

Is there help on the other end of that line?

The eyeglasses that weren’t meant to be.