
And that’s all I have to say about that.

And that’s all I have to say about that.
That’s really a metaphor for my writer’s block. Didn’t get much sleep last night. Sometimes it’s like that. This little skeleton was in someone’s front yard and I would have missed it if I hadn’t been looking down trying to close my phone after taking the picture in the previous entry. I appreciate the subtlety.
I caught a nice little possession flick tonight, The Last Rite. A jerky boyfriend, a shadowy figure in a hat, a few jump scares, some blood but no guts, and demonic conversation without profanity don’t sound like much on the surface, but the film had a gnawing tension. If you’re into very dark possession flicks like The Pope’s Exorcist, you might find it a little bland, but there’s levels to this stuff and I’d say it’s a good starter possession flick.
I took the photo above at Powązki Cemetery in Warsaw, Poland last month. I was struck by how ivy had blanketed the graves, turning them into earthen beds where two souls lie in eternal slumber. I’m not a romantic by a long shot, but the way the ivy came together in the middle, as though this husband and wife had reached out to one another and joined together even in death, brought a tear to my eye.