scrambling

if i'm going to take photos, the best hours are the early ones. before i leave for my day, on the front and back porch, when the light is perfect and everything is new again.

but not so, today.

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they are feasting on an overripe, split open pomegranate and i am right up next to them, wishing we were as brilliant on the surface as they are. so dull and plain, humanity, next to everything else out there on offer.

i want a pair of antennae.