Today I’ll take a rest from the tyranny of words for a few hours. It’s mutual, they need a rest from me. We overwork one another. Like overbuilding and overworking clay, then having to carve back into it to find the original form, intent, impression which often gets lost. The day outside sparkles. The gods are being quite generous with us for this time of year, weather wise. I guess it’s no skin off their nose.
Misty Theobalds Road
2 months ago