Always something to look at in world-- daisy gaze and hazy maybe mountains maybe dust maybe clouds-- graveyards of sight, stonegrass silence and stillness.. marks on the houses otherwise all perfect, laden in life and restful nights, dogs and cats with no interest to leave.. flickering materials and angry fathers, quiet bandana boys drumming along with a box of diapers for unexpected babies born in the age of the Final Judgement-- laughter and pain, lighters sky'd, using drifty smoke as proxy for journey upward and into blue highlight like butter over space-time..