Today I don't know which way to turn so I decided to take a deep breath. Many of them.
A thin cloth breathes, maybe that is part of its beauty. And. Through is a way.
While breathing I noticed the rust marks. This patched fragment has been tacked to the wall, so many times, for long periods of time. Long enough for the tacks to rust. Simply because it was humid. I like the way it points the way. And how it seems a path. In perspective.
Gosh, the state of the world is exhausting.