Green-gray dominates. Pale blues bleed into sunset pinks. Misty mornings in a Wes Anderson setting. Out there, a wound of the mind gapes....

I suppose, it is easy to forget shadows. How they move and feel. Their utter nothingness at the edge of vision. Tendrils ...

So here we are, fallen, but not without grace. Stretched and still stretching. Time, allowing storms to pass and then, to start again. A...

Murakami Moments all is lowercase i am thinking of translation not pen and paper but of heart and mind how my i becomes your i i think...