kolumkilli

just came back from some very long train journeys through scotland. i thought about the book you gave to me. the book disturbs that part of me that thrives on order and structure. the way the body changes shape in each new land - sometimes from self-will, sometimes uncontrollably. but so creative in the landscapes and perhaps i can relate to being a little bit lost, a little bit uncertain, destined to make poor decisions, hungry for adventure, and all in all in one great and terrible existential state.

(i'd send you some order for the chaos, but i think it went out the window and i'm trying not to think in binary order/chaos fashion...oh, the headache )