Alice L. Obar:
the world in a bubble
Alice L. Obar:
enclosed
Alice L. Obar:
the grass is green, but i think i stained my jeans, and now everybody knows that i been in it
Alice L. Obar:
If it’s a summer day, with not a cloud in sight, then tell me why, it feels like it might, rain on me
Alice L. Obar:
strings
Alice L. Obar:
creation
Alice L. Obar:
dropping
Alice L. Obar:
but what is the water running from?
Alice L. Obar:
disconnect
Alice L. Obar:
midair
Alice L. Obar:
clones
Alice L. Obar:
what you could see if you wanted to
Alice L. Obar:
spiderweb on a red car