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I will sit in this house,
these rooms,
empty
and stare out at the sea filled with some sort of longing.
I have been staring at the cursor for quite a while trying to gather my thoughts. The blinking line on this blank computer page is filled with so much more expectation than if I just had a piece of paper sitting quietly in front of me. It seems to be prodding me into action, and simultaneously lulling me into a hypnotic state. This will probably be the most coherent one of these things that I ever write. Just thought I would warn you now, whoever you are.
Continue readingI couldn’t stop taking pictures. Everywhere I looked there was something wonderful and mysterious. The line between art, accident, and naturally occurring residue was completely blurred. One of my most favourite combinations. Continue reading