Outside. The heart is actually a shadow.
Inside. Never underestimate the power of a 49 cent color photocopy.
And some upcycled tissue paper.
The day? Eagles at Croton Point with friends, chocolate souffle for two in Brooklyn.
"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."