you puzzle me.
differentiating between
your shyness or indifference,
our awkwardness perceived or actual
is not exactly easy.
still
your presence tends to make my day.
foolish me, probably.
and you are leaving so soon.
differentiating between
your shyness or indifference,
our awkwardness perceived or actual
is not exactly easy.
still
your presence tends to make my day.
foolish me, probably.
and you are leaving so soon.
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i always wanted a picture of that entrance with someone there and the light just right. now there is one.
i think i caught you in an inbetween.
making days yes. but does it make of them? *imagines a day of marshmallows and beach bonfires and wonders which building blocks shes needs*
wow that was a fast comment. you probably timed it to coincide with my editing it still…. ;o)
inbetween? story of my life….
you mean what does it make of the days? i think the building blocks are made of the usual dialectics of presence and imagination, but not generated solely in the speaking/thinking subject.
Love the scenery.
And the landscape ain’t bad either!
[waves cigar, a la Groucho]
a, you’re full of style and grandeur as ever….
what a pic… the first thing to make me miss aberdeen since i left a year ago…
i like where you take my post people!
) i think you should take over this blog. much more fun ;o)
you mean we need some action? always a question of medium.
i meant of course – what does it make _of_ them. as in… if a day is made, what shape does it take. made it is enough that it is made, enough of the utilitarian bs.
haven’t you noticed that the best blogs also elicit the best comments? not sure about the quality of this comment though. *grins*
(i cannot type straight, hopefully still some sense in the non-sense.)
Très belle photo