smouldering in air at the end of a stick of patchouli incense as in the back of a strange little shop that mostly sells peacock feather fans and who knows what the tiny ones who live inside the dioramas in the back room come to life and creep out to have a drink in the urban sculpture’d up bar in the front room . . . oh no . . . the night watchman and his big flashlight . . .better run . . . mean the last time and threatening to tell . . . back to the divan and its sugar cube bed with a tiny piece of lint for a blanket.
my winter series post for today published on my Substack at the link and free to look at if you like. https://open.substack.com/pub/sarahbguestperry/p/theatrical-set-designs-and-other-a03?r=kbn1g&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true
