infected

that's me. another prescription. it's in my ears, mostly, again. lost meaning, lost words, but feeling happy, just sick. again. not complaining, just tired of my ornery sinuses.

i've been looking at surfaces because of melissa. looking at the surface itself, not what it will become or was once, but is now. this barrel has been the base of a lot of wrapped cloth for rust and compost dyeing. now, it's a weird blue and orangish. i will keep looking, since only my sinuses are (currently) impaired.