Thursday, August 12, 2010


I dream that I've twisted the stem from a newly grown zucchini, revealing a flood of ants.  The image is too silly, too much like Dali to be taken seriously.  Yet it's horrifying.  An infestation in a place I never expected to find it.

Another definition of horror--and of happiness--an unfolding for which one could not have been prepared.

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