on papa's last day he dressed in his finest clothes, putting on his suit, his shirt and tie, his socks and shoes. and his beloved beret.
he lay down on his bed, went to sleep and never woke up.
as a young man he worked for the hospital; building wax hearts, lungs and other internal organs for doctors to study. he was renowned for the delicate quality of his work.
left: dusk is the color of my dreams. everything happens at dusk: the flying rabbits come out, the bicycling crows appear, little houses catch fire and the pale moon glows balefully.