Thursday, March 3, 2011


A boy returns home not realizing how much he has changed -Ian Francis, at the Joshua Liner Gallery

Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
-Borges

An epic weekend approaches and I find myself unprepared. The wind swells and I drift along; life and death lacking from my life.
-LO

I'm Not in Love - Crystal Castles ft. Robert Smith, via gvsb

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