I spent the bulk of yesterday retracing my steps, driving the last two hours back to Beatrice in the dark, everything but the road in front of me swallowed up in blackness, no hint of what lay on either side of the highway besides, window down, the occasional hint of earth mixed with water, the sweetness of dying prairie grass. When I arrived back to this cornfield bungalow the air had grown cold, cold, and I slipped into strange quiet sleep remembering domes that glow like lanterns, dream-breath frozen in the air above our faces.
I am feeling clear headed here. Maybe because the air is clear here, big and clean and open and the sun just cuts through it and the sky shows so much of itself at once. But probably because I am finally getting my brain straightened out. I am reading, I am sipping seltzer, I am writing, I am making images, I am talking, I am staying silent. And I am thinking, thinking.
I am missing you all.
Onto zee cats, or you’re going to suspect this isn’t a blog about cats at all.
Some photographs of kitties meant to restore one’s faith in humanity, via Buzzfeed.
In the words of that great Australian monarch, “dior (heart) cats”.
from MIKE SHEA
This Craigslist ad may beat all of the Maine Missed Connections ads I have read, and that is really saying something.