All the beach glass that Claude had collected over the summer perched on the window sill above his bed. Sometimes, the sun would be at the perfect angle for it to shine through the multicolored collection projecting mad shapes all over his feet as he daydreamed in the afternoon. They were his thinking colors.

Tonal Tuesday: so many glass bottles

Tonal Tuesday: radiation poisoning

berseker. post-apocalyptic doomsday radiation poisoning. worship the cockroach.