Thursday, April 2, 2015

Dust



I am convinced that Dust begets Dust - in biblical proportions. I’ve always suspected that dust bunnies (hippos?) breed, engaging in mad bacchanalias at night when I am stuporous with sleep. Since coming to live in THE COUNTRY, and now unprotected by an urban landscape of concrete, it is obvious that Dust sports itself in abandoned fervor within my residence and multiplies like the pagan hoards of antiquity. If only it was worth mining and selling like gold or silver. I’d carve the layers under each piece of furniture into fanciful caverns, sell the excess, and lead tours through the remaining caves.