every day a different picture. a different reel. a different discovery of the world around me.
Wednesday, 31 October 2012
I want to move here and live in the hills and have chickens and goats and never type another key stroke again. I want to write, I want to run mercilessly, I want to get lost. I want to detach, to be forgotten for a while and to understand man's place in the forest and field and sky and sea.
Only the Davsters can come. And maybe my piano. And Shakespeare. BUT THAT'S IT.