...I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.
But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue...
-- From Daddy, by Sylvia Plath
The rest of the poem is vastly more complex than this, and I can't say that I understand it. But the image stuck, and here we are; glued together, and not very well either.
The textures are all borrowed from the County of Småland (and my semi-vacation) but tweaked quite much; a wall, the bark of a tree, another wall, a Småland forest and even a wee bit of a local cat. It's a joy to go hunting for good textures (the iPhone did well enough) and see where they end up.
