To me (depending on the day) the wheelbarrow sitting in the rain can be anything from simply sanctified to anchoring the entire universe. I guess that is the beauty of art. One sees one thing, another something else, another nothing at all. Thanks for reading it and sharing your reaction.
"It's either this guy is an installed computer bot with some sort of typing script or the guy has herpesviral encephilitis that causes him to not be able to make new memories and repeat his days doing the stuff mentioned above."
"There is a writer's group on AoM, actually. I suggest you join and ask there.
I am also a writer. I don't consider myself an authority, but I can repeat some good advice about pacing, at least at the outset, which is to say that the…"