« Home | walking home, the three of us, housemates, talking... » | it's all the same.
take something out of reach, a... » | the day sifts slowly away, light reaching through ... » | we hiked through the woods near his house, and i w... » | you have to do what? she asks, again, as though sh... » | oh lord, how i love the rain. i want to go running... » | this morning crouches grey and drizzly, wind hummi... » | sure, during the day it might be bustling and sunl... » | "you walk through my walls / like a ghost on tv / ... » | happy birthday, peter! »
hi.
i just painted a
triptych.
i rule.
