Mark's Pages

July 11, 2004:

Everything you own, for whatever it was ever worth, slowly destroyed by mold.

Mic stand bases, iron, spotted. Guitar cases with greenish clusters. Contents of the closet subtly damp. All things not stainless are staining.

All slowly fading, reclaimed by the earth. Where the irony is that it's life's very fecundity that symbolizes your creeping liquidation.