the little things

some people would look at this and say:

"that's just cracks in paint."

not me.

for years and years and years I've noticed this little guy when I sit in the downstairs bathroom of my parent's house. maybe you notice him, too. he sits on the bottom corner of the windowsill just above the toilet paper roll.

it's funny, I forget he exists until I'm sitting, mind wandering, and he catches my eye.

hey there, little fella ...

he's some sort of antelope, that much I'm sure. I wonder what kind of life he leads. ..I imagine he's happy here. he's got a great view of the pouring waterfalls formed out of swirling paint strokes on the door.

it makes you wonder what it's all about.

yes, I'm pooping right now.
- frank