I have a quiet discourse. It starts always with "when is my life going to begin?". Just as this conversation began in my head I picked up this flattened butterfly. "Not even yet June." And then I thought again of David Foster Wallace and I repeated.... "This is water, this is water"
This is then , 40:10 and as part of "40: Painting My Way Through the Year" project, it is $40 to the first response.