rain whispers at night
her soft breath against my neck
no time exists here
Purpose
- SynchronicityIt may be procrastination; it may be an acute loss of direction. Whatever it is, the outlet of these pages is rapidly taking form. Wonder what I'll make of these words in a years time. Right now I do not care, they serve their purpose.
- RemakeNew year nothing new. About to do something about that. I'll play around with the format.
- RetooledNow this page is up and running and inspiration comes and goes like the fickle bitch she is. But at least the words I publish here are new. That is a start isn't it?
- Our irregular updated scheduleThis page will grow organically as my inspiration comes and goes. To get me started I've revisited and retouched some old words. But the purpose is for this to be fresh words, moments and images from a life that keeps ambushing me with moments of introspection. This is not a blog of my life. But snapshots of my soul.
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Monday, September 14, 2009
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City Vision
- Sometimes my pen fail to capture the combination of beats, lyrics and the world. These are the moments God invented the cameraphone for. Not to mention the wonderful aftertouch of photoshop in the late hours of night. This is city vision, my visual haiku.
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