The complexity of the eyeball stalks overlapping the rest of the room has meant every time I had to fix a piece of the drawing, I have had to redraw all those eye stalks again.
I tried to take pictures from my car of the ancient tombstones as I ate my hamburger, but I knew that I needed to go down into the graveyard and immerse myself in the tombstones and monuments.
“It’s kind of nice to see how the other half live.”
That was one of my aunts. We had probably driven by a mansion or been out to a fancy restaurant. It could have been all of my aunts. My grandfather was a dirt farmer. That is what I’ve heard him called. He didn’t actually farm dirt, I know. He grew things in dirt. And he was dirt poor.
While I am not wowed by the assignment because I don't think it is going to be especially difficult, I am also grateful that it won't take all of my time.