Update: Everyone trundle on over to NOÖ Journal to check out [four]! Just released! Hot and steamy!
"It's raining? Is it warm rain? My phone told me it was warm rain."
This Oregon swamprain is crazy right now. You have to see it.
When I read about things I've never seen -- a poem about a Montana train station -- I will picture it as something I once saw on TV / a movie. Even if I don't remember the specific scene, I can tell that media recall is what's going down. Is my imagination limp and squalid?
Does this happen to anyone else? Please help me out. I feel so cold.