When things like this are going on it seems luxurious to consider my own responses to them. In the valley the flames are smudges of yellow but I still perambulate around my feelings of horror and disbelief. I used to live there but now I don't. Now I don't live anywhere. Are you worried? Because I'm not.
-Stanley Donwood
But I can't help the feeling...
I could blow through the ceiling...
If I just turn...and run.
And it wears me out.
