Friday, 28 March 2014

Day 2

Everything is gigantic. Parking lots, trees, houses, roads. Even people to some extent. I feel like Gulliver.

Clark Ashton Smith in a foreign land. Quite appropriate; only a baroque vocabulary can accommodate America.

Oh, and more leftover barbecue. 

Thursday, 27 March 2014

Day 1

I woke up in the middle of the night craving barbecue.