Venus and the Rabbits by David M Bowers

I don’t have anything to write, but needed image to meditate on anyway. While I practice a self-inflicted exile in my own house, or temporary house. I made a rabbit soundtrack, and searched the web for rabbit imagary. I didn’t have a lot of success finding compelling images, but this one certainly is strange enough to suit my purposes. I like that the artist is alive. I like the dangling bundle of carrots and the stream of milk from the breast to the rabbits lips. I like that there is no civilization. Now I have tired myself with all the rabbit research. Goodnight.