The first thing I see is one of those oceanic feeling mega dumpsters. Throw yourself in, or, at the very least, throw some bit of detritus over the precipice. Who knows what’s in there. Violent fuscia blooms of an unknown variety on my left flank, and in the oppressive not-so-summer-anymore heat, a voice wafts over the sound of dim traffic. I can’t make it out yet, but that won’t last. 414 Key Lime House, squatted on a corner, demanding attention. A boy runs out from the house, some small keepsake held to his chest, and he squats in the dirt in front of a massive gnarled old oak across the street. A man comes out after the boy, saying, “you need to start respecting boundaries.” There is a pause. “Why are you ignoring me?” The man asks.
A puzzle
A puzzle
A puzzle
The first thing I see is one of those oceanic feeling mega dumpsters. Throw yourself in, or, at the very least, throw some bit of detritus over the precipice. Who knows what’s in there. Violent fuscia blooms of an unknown variety on my left flank, and in the oppressive not-so-summer-anymore heat, a voice wafts over the sound of dim traffic. I can’t make it out yet, but that won’t last. 414 Key Lime House, squatted on a corner, demanding attention. A boy runs out from the house, some small keepsake held to his chest, and he squats in the dirt in front of a massive gnarled old oak across the street. A man comes out after the boy, saying, “you need to start respecting boundaries.” There is a pause. “Why are you ignoring me?” The man asks.