stange

on the grassy hill at penland there was a real, shaggy llama eating grass next to a newspaper fake llama that kind of looked like a pinata. it stood on very stiff legs on top of the hill.

I was thinking a lot about being home, and how every time I come home my dad washes my sheets and makes my bed for me, and inevitably I get a phone call from someone warning me that due to this project or that there will be piles of stuff in my room. so it never looks the same, but my bed is always made.