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[rejectomorph]

The place has a fever. I expect it to become restless, roll over in its sleep, and dump the whole town into the canyon. Almost the only part of the lawn still somewhat green is that shaded by the mulberry tree. There, on a mossy patch near the trunk, the cat naps. She appears to be dealing with the heat better than I am. She probably doesn't think about it at all. Thinking about it is probably bad. I'm grumpy and irritable because I know there are places where I wouldn't swelter. The cat has no idea there's such a thing as a beach swept by cool breezes. The cat has no idea how much it costs to buy electricity to run the air conditioner. Knowledge is such a curse sometimes. Ah, well. It won't be a problem once I've been properly desiccated. It's unlikely that husks think.

Oh, almost dinner time. Not very hungry, but there will be beer. Mmm, beer. I feel better already.

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[saltdawg.livejournal.com]

edward hopper makes me cry.

[saltdawg.livejournal.com]

duh.

[rejectomorph]

Not in a negative way, I hope.

Groundswell has long been my favorite Hopper painting. I know of no painting by anyone that is more evocative of desire and of the implacable indifference of nature. Every line of it vibrates with the tension between consciousness and mortality. It really is an amazing piece of work.

[saltdawg.livejournal.com]

I agree with you completely. but, then again, you remind me why I stopped hanging around with art students.

[rejectomorph]

Heh. You hung around with art students? I usually hung around with the music students. They were a lot more fun.

[blue-by-you.livejournal.com]

This is really beautiful writing, you know.

[rejectomorph]

Thanks. My favorite part is the part about the beer.

[blue-by-you.livejournal.com]

LOL.