More and more these things happen and I am not sure how to proceed. It used to be that these things would happen and I would know exactly how to proceed, but I inevitably ignore my knowledge in favor of a robust fear of consequences. Now the first part isn't even there anymore. The second part, far more consequential than ever, is not even an option. I am sure I will snap out of it at some point, to predictably dire ends.
3 comments:
no meat but bone.
no feather, beak but form
no roof, wall but home.
you write like sol lewitt. And you were the one who first told me about sol lewitt. has it always been obvious? or did I make a late connection.
Jeez, I dunno.
Great coment though.
you sould probably quit.
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