hair birds

Something kind of lovely happened yesterday. The mansion down the street turned into an art gallery. I went inside and walked around. There was an old-fashioned piano, the kind that predated 88 keys and was made for humans 4 foot something. There were ensconced fireplaces, blurry mirrors, and creaking wooden floors. And birds made out of hair by some crazy girl. And gold paper spheres with silver pixels that were meant to represent computers making out.

A definite improvement to the neighborhood.