… where do the children go? Those encounters with the Words are like Spectres in the night sky: Ominous arrangements for us to encounter.
And for us to set passages, in an attempt of association – where do you arrange that misguiding shining text? For what are these emblazoned letters, so darkly defined, terms of reference to those seeking kind? So shiny and new, so vaguely personel and obtuse: What words will lead you home on a dark watered night?
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Flattery will get you... everywhere david!
I understand the fleeting nature of an idea, and the bombarding thoughts that oft accompany a late night light bulb.
perservere, the darkness recedes when you welcome it. but welcome it with the knowledge that in itself it is meaningful, even if just for comparability.
the duality of the creative is paramount (for me) and look upon these dark moments as wells. from which you can draw the dark water.
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