January 2009
12 posts
I do an awful lot of thinking and dreaming about things in the past and the future — the timelessness of the rocks and the hills — all the people who have existed there. I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape — the loneliness of it — the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn’t show.
I think anything like that — which...
“There are no happy endings, because nothing ends.”
– The Last Unicorn
