While organizing yesterday I picked up an old copy of In Watermelon Sugar by Richard Brautigan and reread it.
Now I am in a post-reading Richard Brautigan, let's call it "head space," where all simple sentences are lit with a mysterious light that reading the book breaks up like a prism. The light changes colors each day and you have no fixed name. It's a good time to be an artist.
Justin Taylor On Brautigan http://www.lostmag.com/issue17/brautigan.php
There is a Photographer on Flickr named Watermelon Sugar