vague attempts to listen to untold stories, un-found mysteries, and future histories.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
a ghost cat (haunting my workshop for forever, leaving her paw prints all over the walls), saunters into the space
as usual, looks about, finds my honeycomb sofa, hops onto its
incomplete cushion, gives the chair a complete try, sleeps, wakes,
leaves her signature to show she was there, (paw prints), and makes a
reservation for future use (marks territory). now i must meet that cat!