One more

I do not know what.

Where am i?

Since four hours ago, i am mostly un-obligated for the remainder of the year. Maybe i will find a place to live, or maybe i will not.

Do you know how to waltz?

Sunshine sneaks through the shades.

But i sneak off to the bed.

Where, oh where.

In approachment of the summer solstice

There is a paint that they make now that my Mom likes to use. You put the paint on and then when it dries it pulls apart and cracks, and wants to look like old and ancient paint from the 1930's which has taken decades to pull apart and crack. The new paint ages itself in maybe a day or two, i don't know for sure because i have never watched it dry. It is called 'faux' something. Something. In one hundred years its cracks will be hundreds of miles apart. Every law of physics will have long been broken. This is what it takes to make things seem experienced.

I do not think that i will ever be able to feel rustic, even though that seems like it might be relaxing, just for a while. Like having a cold iced tea on a porch, with a rocking chair. And lots of sunflowers in the distance. Oh, and it is sunset, it could not be any other time of day, i don't think.