seen and unseen
A small room, all lavender and cream, pale and clean. Someday I'll have a room like that. I'll make its pillows. Dust the screen.
Shrug. There's nothing to get. Nonsensicalifornia, the catalog of images returning to me. They map the mind, Google Street View through time, a geography of light.
Ahead: blank topographies to record, depths to explore. Dark horrors are few but a wedge of lightning splits open the brain. A deep breath and come back to blankets.
Cats between me and windows. In ceramic, coffee black.
A small room, lavender and cream, clean.