May 22, 2005
On the paper, Pale Yellow becomes swirl, becomes typhoon, and becomes the crazy white whale. Leaping in a lazy arc of sky, Pale Yellow swallows the sun on the way down. The whale crashes against the water, swimming hard to drown the burning thing in his belly, the thing that wants to rise.
The sun glows after Pale Yellow has gone. It drops into darker water. Burning pale skull fish hide their lidless eyes. The ragged fire settles, touching the earth who whispers pastel brown, cries in surprise, and bellows bloody rivers against the sky.
It is dark outside.