He did not know how long he had been asleep, memory believes before knowing remembers. No one remembers where from aviation springs, but it does, like reality from Icarus' tower. First, I see a stripe of leather, fine twigs for a broom, and a large net to dangle down, sweep up feathers near the seagull nests, and it's easy. And probably all wrong. (By this time tomorrow I'll be a man of Moon) , 2020
Khaya Veneer
112 x 9 inches
