autumn light lingers aroundwaiting, just waiting.sifting gently through the airfinding a landing. catches bravely at shadowsilluminating.it lifts off minute detailsembellishing them.its essence simply comes fromcomparisonof what its counterpoint canor cannot achieve.
Imagine a piece of paper full of lots of words, torn up into lots of little pieces. That’s what I imagine this to be. Just scraps of thoughts. Shreds from a life full of dissonance and lots of other ‘nances’.It’s as if these are little brainwaves being caught by a large (inter)net. This is aContinue reading “Beginnings”