"The glacier knocks in the cupboard, The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the teacup opens A lane to the land of the dead."

-W.H. Auden

Monday, May 21, 2012

So I've been away for 2 weeks now, in a place that is not Victoria, nor is it remotely phantasmagorical. Except for maybe this electrical pylon. The black smudges are roosting vultures, 40 of them or so. Maybe this counts? It's all I got.
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