Tuesday, July 28, 2015

the absurdity of Moth

Moth is clearly hoping that these metal quails (crafted in the workshop of some New Mexican jail, and very much loved pieces of vernacular art) will come alive, and jump into her mouth.  Maybe she's thinking of the ones outside the wall - one adult (there must have been a Bird Tragedy involving the other), and eleven bustling adolescents.

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