...to stand on the meeting of two eternities, the past and future, which is precisely the present moment; to toe that line. -H D ThoreauWe shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will beto arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. -T. S. Eliot
and here i am creeping up like an old friend... your post shows on my side bar as all white... very interesting... eh? x
"Losing," not "loosing."I quite like this. The narrative starts well, but then fades until almost half-way through. Your aesthetic, style, is intriguing as always.
well I cannot but love this, like a chemical journey through a disjointed Pynchonesque landscape.I cannot figure out the rules of the river tho - am I missing a brain cell
as always, love love love your style, and in the end remain mystified in the telling. Lovely, hearthwrenching, and poetic
You do your own thing and you do it exceptionally well. I was reminded of Virginia Woolf at times. I really like this.
It helps to understand your motivation for these pieces. They're heartfelt and sad and beautifully written. I think you may have outdone yourself on this one.