Yellow skies and rainbows. Something about the clouds gives perspective to the heavens and makes their vast heights obvious. A terrible weight, all that space above.
But something is off. We know it. Our friends know it. Something sickly about that powdered yellow. Something watery about those limp rainbows. The sun is obscured.
As if something is trying to imitate its poor understanding of happy weather. As if something is trying to lure us outside.
Paddy Dobson
1st October 2020