There is much to write about. That I could write about. People. Their faces. Their moments. The way they sway, sound and smile. Laugh and cry and love. How they wander. And how they take root. And grow. And how part of a person can be stuck in time. Frozen. The amber of the moment,…
Tag: art
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 7.22.18
This one started Sunday morning. Early. So early, we believed it still be Saturday night. Such wonderful fools.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 5.20.18
It has been a while. Almost feels like a first time. Again. Hiatus explanations are weak, however. At least compared to the effect of what is supposed to follow. Not to put myself in a position to sell said self as successful. Nor to contradict towards failure.
The Veracious Facade 