Bones is a study of asymmetry and decay. Although he is missing chunks of flesh and has a lumpy, misshapen countenance, he is content. The warm, textured wooden bar holds his elbows, and his hands hug a friendly rock glass. You might could sit for a drink and exchange some stories. He is sure to take your side on any matter, just like an old friend.

Bones is a study of asymmetry and decay. Although he is missing chunks of flesh and has a lumpy, misshapen countenance, he is content. The warm, textured wooden bar holds his elbows, and his hands hug a friendly rock glass. You might could sit for a drink and exchange some stories. He is sure to take your side on any matter, just like an old friend.

Bones is a study of asymmetry and decay. Although he is missing chunks of flesh and has a lumpy, misshapen countenance, he is content. The warm, textured wooden bar holds his elbows, and his hands hug a friendly rock glass. You might could sit for a drink and exchange some stories. He is sure to take your side on any matter, just like an old friend.

Bones is a study of asymmetry and decay. Although he is missing chunks of flesh and has a lumpy, misshapen countenance, he is content. His hands hug a friendly rock glass. You might could sit for a drink and exchange some stories. #artsky #surreal #charcoal #syuzhet syuzhet.pages.dev/2025/06/24/a...

Micro-memoir called "Buglecore" Sales finally ballooned for Bugle Boy when they released Countdown, their signature line of tight-fit zipper-coated parachute pants. That was eighty-four; a year later, I was born. Something new is always beginning. U Can’t Touch This blew up when I turned five, but the clock on nylon pants was already quarter to midnight. The inventory was suddenly closet crud. Waste and a waste of warehouse space. Enchantment ends suddenly. I only remember their denimn. While particles of dust loafed through the hazy yellow light, with clumsy child's fingers I held the front flap of my indigo overalls close to my puffy morning eyes and fumbled the shoulder strap buckle. BUGLE BOY was embossed the steel buttons, racing the inner circumference like Hot Wheels. There was a last time I wore Bugle Boy. As there is a last time for all things. The whole brand scratched when I left junior high. I didn't learn that for three decades. Analysts said the company didn't innovate, and so it died.

How things vanish is fascinating. Although on a macro scale, things cycle through forms - water, #fashion, the material of the bodies we wear - on a micro scale, things simply vanish - a person, a leaf, or a snail. #writing #ThrowbackThursday #amwriting #memoir #personalessay #90sNostalgia #syuzhet

Sketch of a lizard with charcoal on card stock.

Sketch of a lizard with charcoal on card stock.

I needed a break, so I indulged in a little recreational reptile creation at my work station. #sketch #charcoal #lizard #reptile #syuzhet