Saturday, April 3, 2010


Sometimes all you need is an empty space. The days pass, they always do, and if you don't take a moment to record a thought, impression, a story, a memory, a picture that stood out in some way, or anything at all that changes your perception of the world in even its most minuscule amounts, then what is the point of it all? I don't profess to break patterns. I am not one who writes for praise. I am just looking for that bit of space where I can be the philosopher, the scientist, the impressor, the magician, the weaver, the impressee, the author, the observer, the reader, the creator. In this bit of space, I record what my eyes see. They may not be your eyes, but they're all I have.

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