Fri, 27 February 2009 I find that no matter what thought you begin with, you will always come full circle. Comments[1] |
Fri, 27 February 2009 Like a castle or a maze, thought weaves in and out of hidden doorways and corridors, leading no where and everywhere at once. This is the beauty of spontaneous prose. Comments[0] |
Sun, 8 February 2009 An experiment. Giving movement, color and sound to still, silent words. Comments[1] |
Sat, 7 February 2009 What lies beneath the words we say? Comments[0] |
