Friday, December 11, 2009

74/365 - Bob

Not many eat the grapes in Bob's symmetrical yard, tended by the hired man with the canister of poison. They rot and fall. Bob walks to the park, counts the dogs, then returns to check on wife Rose and his manicured shrubs.


Michael5000 said...

This one seems like it came out of Kafka's 365 experiment. Must be some Czech mojo happening.

Tereza said...

Interesting. Because, to me, Bob embodies white, middle-class America.