Happy birthday to the most extraordinary person I’ve ever known (that’s you Sharon – I’ve never met Mr Turgenev)…
Melbourne 365: Day 304
Melbourne 365: Day 292
Melbourne 365: Day 291
There are things that bind us, and things that divide us, and sometimes the difference between the two seems so small; traced like lines in the sand, the direction of a border drawn in ink, forming one type of character or another.
Melbourne 365: Day 287
Suddenly it made me think of neural pathways, like being trapped in a steel brain, connections everywhere and no capacity to step above it and find the pattern. Maybe that’s the intention? I liked the disequilibrium in any case…