I’m sorry I added weight to the project. I didn’t think about the shipping ramifications until after the glue dried.
January 17, 2012
Black or White. Alive or Dead.
The Fabric of Time unravels at the thought of gray.
But within the grey yards of heather,
when uncertainty takes over,
is where life is truly experienced.
September 10, 2011
Open a document in word and something about the blankness of the page makes my mind also feel empty, practically zen-like, but open a blank page in a leather bound book….. my mind almost simultaneously wanders to different places. One idea checking another into a third, until my head is a mosh pit of ideas being slamming into a grey matter padded skull. I finally realize to finish one thought I need to ignore the larva sized new ideas, stretching and flailing their little legs in the hopes of break the limbs of its rivals in my hippocampus. Like an old camera, my brain slowly focuses on selecting which to allow maturation into pupa stage so they might grow large enough to chrysalis and flutter out my ears.
Currently listening to calm, melancholy music on Stereomood.com while procrastinating a paper….
