Ideas unfolding like morphing lotuses: 28 de noviembre de 2013
Heavy fog reminds me of the ocean, open space spread like butter into infinity, my eternal introspective fire crackling and sparking, ideas unfolding like morphing lotuses, pulsing with the salted waves and provoking that same excitement, the anticipation of future…
The words gushing out of me: 17 de noviembre de 2013
I’m eating ice cream in the kitchen with the clocks ticking and an aloe vera plant in the corner. An almost-empty bottle of wine, a sepia toned world map on the wall, miniature pumpkins on the dining table. The words…