Invisible things by Noëlle Maline

With the flicker of a bird .. I prefer distractions and being interrupted . These days , I am a luggage organizer , book filer and background diorama painter .. I look at the night sky and watch old films .. Collect shadows and uncertainties .. I make art with fragments and broken images .. Paper , things and sounds .

Saturday

111 degrees & a million cicadas




it was very hot yesterday in the desert.
drove and drove.
nobody was outside.

got to destination
and then went and visited jamie and the girls at their pool.

came back to my place, grabbed a fish taco
and then fugu and i took a night walk outside under the stars.

we heard a million cicadas singing in the trees...


we tried to see if we could see any of them. 
fugu looked up. i looked around. 
no luck. they hide really well.





we walked back and when we got into our room,
they were very loud...
we thought that they might be in the walls.


then we went to sleep

they are still singing
and it is still very hot.

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