probably going to be cloudy with a chance of some of my favourite childhood paperback memories tumbling down. dithering/nostalgia ahead.
My whirligig slanty shanty home (and now studio/beatnik professoress office!) pumpkin-grin in oranges of my playroom, inadvertently recreated, ever-nested on a couch, reading. A penchant for juiceboxes, paperbacks, lava lamped, construction paper crazy. i’m the oddity collector i always knew i’d ‘grow up’— continuing to be. Glimpses of the kooky adults that ‘got away with it’ were too few and far between. You would believe in ghosts, and wait for dust signs.
Aww, a reading guide.
