August and September: where did they go? Juddered past in a miasma of work and worry, and it's hard now to find the edge of it. Instead of groping forward, better to sit still and feel down into the ground, sit still and paint pictures in the foggy air. Form is only contrivance, only stories, but it's everything.
6 comments:
flippin 'ec those are amazing... i have to go!
Yes, you should! It's just like all the things I haven't got around to seeing in London.
Yes, amazing.
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Amazing, yes.
The conjunction of your words with these foggy formless folk adds poignancy and a slight sense of fleetingness to their light-heartedness.
Wow. Love these.
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