We draw ever nearer to our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Malta & Creta
a true magical work of art, all 607 pages of it in font size 7. i need to read it but i've no time. i admire people who make magic out of words. and i'm only at Page 89.
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