Prism Sky the world is purple

the world is purple

And sometimes I pat myself on the back when a Midwestern tourist asks me for directions on the street

I end up painting over with something different because they don't turn out

Early evening settles in over 7th Avenue in Midtown Manhattan

Prism Sky the world is purpleOne of the earliest memories I have from my childhood is of a small kaleidoscope toy that featured all sorts of colorful geometric patterns if I turned the cylinder, sort of like focusing a camera. It made quite an impression upon me, especially if I aimed it at a sunny window and got the wonderful backlighting effect. How might I have turned out differently if I'd gotten my young hands on a cell phone instead? Philosophical musings aside, this