A sweet coyote sleeps, dreaming blissful dreams. He is oblivious to the looming boxes all around, boxes filled with possessions that cry out for release. Robot toys plot revenge, resentful of being wrested from their cozy shelves and unceremoniously crated. Plushes gag as they struggle for elbow room in a crammed cardboard coffin. The boxes edge ever closer to the sleeper...

In reality my room is more unpacked than this, but still very disorganized. I grow weary of fighting the disorder and feel I must take a break.

New! Hiker's Art Store is now open!