Here we go again…
“A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars.
Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.”
― E.E. Cummings
I’ll be blogging again. In a different space. In a different place. About places. About spaces. About papers. About brushes. In different places. In different spaces.