Thursday, August 16, 2007

Water

In limbo you are always wet. The air is saturated. In response, the body pumps out an oily sweat from all of its glands that runs down your smooth parts and puddles in your creases. Here, it is either unbearably humid or pouring down angry rain, trapping you inside, washing out roads for an hour before the water seeps back into the swamps through the sand. Then it is humid again.

2 comments:

Ian said...

So far you have a theme. That's a good start for a new blog I suppose.

january girl said...

It's hard not to have a theme in limbo. Everything is always the same. Always.