Photo by Roman.
Look into my eyes… You are getting sleepy. Feel the weight of those weary eyelids. Those tired eyes feel so good enclosed in the warm, dark embrace. Time for a nap then? I have just the thing to rest upon: a plastic fake rag rug that today somewhat puts me into the time of kindergarten when I would have napped on something of cotton and thus more closely resembling a real rag rug.
It would have had my name upon it.
That rug was not particularly comfortable.
This rug serves as a bath mat.
The image is utterly mundane. It is the nostalgia that I present to you, not quite so vivid as an evocative scent, but here it is.
Yip Abides 