december

time for the necropsy of dead ideas of the year.

cold

heart of a stone

saith the teacher

oddity of oddities, all is oddity

said Rumi

Forget safety.
Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
Be notorious.

From the land my father walked and my mother fills with love back to the space of wires and screens. Feel strangled...like a forgotten child in a trunk.