Feb 20, 2012
ants
i keep thinking about ants and their world, i watch them as they found a tiny place to get into my kitchen from the outsie garden. after several traumatic experiences of 'natural' disasters, they flee when the shadow of me looms - the giant who is a god in their world, who chases many from the kitchen faucet - tsunamies of dish towels scooping them up to save them before the flood of the kitchen sink. there is no mystery of who i am, although probably a little mystery of why i perform the acts that i do - dont they know i need coffee in the morning and must hurry them out of harms way to make my coffee? without which i will become their godzilla
2011