Thursday, May 24, 2012

A hole in the head

I don’t know if it’s the deluge of allergens or the wine for dinner but I feel like I have a hole in the head. A car can pass through it like through the Chandelier tree in Legget, CA. I can not think of anything to write. An empty head. Like Irina in Partial History of Lost Causes by Jennifer Dubois, "entirely out of ideas."

1 comment:

About Last Weekend said...

Think the picture says it all - how fabulous to drive through a tree!