Weaving Milk Clouds
March 15th, 2010
Open the door and step into some transient sense of awe. “What is this?” You’ll no doubt ask your mumbling self. “What do I think it means?” and whatever useless pseudo-intellectual things you feel matter. I think what really matters is not some abstract meanings that try to border mind shattering statements but really something different and strangely attractive. [ Continue Reading ]










