This compilation is a series of messages, addressed to you, from the lands lying in the deep recesses of my mind. Some ephemeral wind stirs them up like leaves, every so-often a few reach an open window and cross the barrier between imagination and reality.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

the strange night time heat
unknown in our space
rises from the well
lit path
roaches scurry on the edges
the line is reached
we work our way

backwards