June 28, 2010
Fingers appeared above the quick sand like the legs from some hairless spider. He felt like one of those philosphical sentiments involving whether or not a tree really makes a sound if it falls in the woods with no one around. His fine dark hair began to rise with the sand. Somehow this predicament wasn't what he had in mind when he opted for a breather from the desert palace that seemed to have the scent of soy sauce engrained into its decorative walls and arches. "Hello!" someone announced. But when his eyes left the ground, whoever it was disappeared.