... books and nicknacks lying on the dusty pavements, with beds, pictures, clothing, mirrors ... in the distance are the white-cloud hills, which were painted softly in amethyst on a ...

... barefoot over the rug to stand before the full-length mirror ... the great walls of brick, and steel and concrete and glass ... i seized the first garment i touched, a pair of tan, bell ...

tucking a painted frown between puffy leggings. angst-ridden at ... that comes in pairs who never leave their red-brick homes ... we all lead that glass life adrift under endless halogen ...