Writer, Photographer,

Lots of people like the smell of permanent markers and gasoline, me included. Lately though, I’ve been wondering if the other things I like make me abnormal in some way. I feel like I need to find a kindred spirit to validate my affinity towards dirt and gravel, for instance. Lately I’ve been really drawn to the aesthetic qualities of dirt. I like the idea of dirt and rocks, I LOVE the smell of wet dirt, and I love the sound of gravel crunching beneath many pairs of shoes. I also like the look of rock piles, and think it would be really fun to make bricks or spread rocks around a yard. Maybe I have just been without a traditional job (read: unemployed) for too long.

In related weirdness, I am also drawn to coffee grounds.

Update: I tried to give blood and they told me my iron was too low. Probably that explains why I’ve been all crazed about dirt. D’oh…..

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