I decided to write about death every day.
That sounds good.
Eight or ten.
I think nine or eleven.
A threshold number.
My battery’s almost dead – just ten pictures and it’s almost dead.
I’m just taking abstract pictures of plants growing up out of the sidewalk.
They’re brave, you know?
It’s not so much that I like it, I admire it.
Yesterday Emitte killed a rat, a baby rat, in my backyard.
I don’t like to see anything dying. Or dead.
Adam’s car is the only one on the block.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before.
It was a wonderful afternoon.
Yes, it was.
I’ll email you the pictures.
~ April 26, 2012