This day, ravaged by blue memories lined up, blue bottles above the kitchen cabinets collected and dusted and empty. What connects these transparent vessels, old days inverted and emptied of their content? For what, patiently are they waiting? Spring is gone that had me drunk with optimism. Now the summer light, stagnant, humid with stale drink, comes rolling through the screen crowded with gnats from the yellow fields laid out like pats of bad butter churning with dirty life, new life, pushy, crashing the glass out, upsetting the aesthetics, summer comes boldly kissing!