Disassociation

I woke up in an explosion of mold. Very bizarre.

Think about what it looks like when the dog goes wild with a down pillow: little fluffies everywhere, especially where you wouldn't expect it.

Coating my shoes. My watch band. Most of the clothes hanging on my "closet." My camera case, my toiletry bag, my stack of books, webbing across the walls, down the back of my refrigerator.

This is when you don't think about things like using the first person or toothbrushes.

Below: view from my room during a little rain cell on an otherwise gorgeous day.