The Travels and Rants Journal

I am a lonely painter. I live in a box of paints.

Wednesday, 2 July, 2008

Red

And then, after I’ve fallen, I notice the warm, red blood on my knees. I don’t seem to be bleeding badly; I’m not in pain. I almost laugh. I roll onto my side, then my back, and all I know is the hunger of last night in my belly, and the warmth of today on my face.

Mushroom

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