Sweltering heat. The house is dark like a tomb. All shutters are bolted. All windows are shut tight, as well, but the light still penetrates through a few cracks. As the afternoon is progressing toward the sunset, dots and dashes of scorching light are crawling across floors. Across walls. Across my paintings. Sooner or later the dots and dashes reaching all the way to the sun will match those of my own.