Saturday, 1 February 2014

I'd love to be around whilst history is judging me, but I have a hair appointment

Just a page I made today, made a few others, but this one looks the nicest.

Nothing seems broken, its all just in a state of flux... and who knows what'll emerge, when or if? I forget the hows and whys of it all, but they no longer seem so important anyway... I'll count to ten and spin on my toes until I wake in Anatolia. 

Do they sell free range eggs on Jupiter?

Tired, sorry... but It's been a week of thinking too much, of peaks and of course.... and this piece is pulling my heartstrings, which is just fine with me.

Arvo Pärt- Spiegel im Spiegel

bon nuit

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