my room

there is a tree growing over my head-usually in the evenings, usually when there are tons of us piled in my teepee or piled on top my bed. usually we have trees, sometimes islands, sometimes bedrooms and manequins and russia post ww1. this picture reminds me of a forrest after a long and tiring summer fire. when all the smoke is still and the sun comes up or goes down or maybe just gets trapped in all that thickness.