i++ seafood snacks with E
i++ backyard picnic without power
i++ the light constantly changes
i++ slanted beamed eighth notes (the crane on front street from a certain angle at night)
Five years ago, I wrote: the everyday sublime? I think the answer is to find joy in the little volcanoes of ordinary life
Today: to find joy in the little hurricanes of ordinary life
Some roads are closed and bus depot without electricity
So we take the ferry together
The house is dark without electricity
So we make paella in the cast iron frying pan on the barbecue