blue_and_yellow bijou in my parents house we watched the rain outside the windows. it turned to sheets of ice falling like panes glass, like an avalanche. the light outside was blue and yellow and bright and quick and the ground shook, the walls shook, symphonic and catastrophic. the floor gave way underneath us. outside we couldn't pass the streets, the hill was too steep and covered in the broken ice, still falling. the only colors in dreams i remember are blue and yellow. 041011 what's it to you? who go blather from