December 2010
2 posts
“I’m reading a book aloud to myself in an empty house. It’s quite fun...”
ici et maintenant chez moi
A ring of time. Comfort is a constant rhythm that draws out peace from dusty bookshelves. Stillness exists between each interjection of music. Love will remain in each moment when the sound dies.
Why? you may wonder. Because it will always be present in the next second. It will always come back. Home is the empty space held tightly between seconds.
A hand gently sweeps across its face in...