mumbling to myself aloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is. I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
revisiting Rilke.
The transformed speaks only to relinquishers. All holders-on are stranglers.
1 comment:
i must continue to let go.
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