world_tour_23

going unconscious. waking up.

all the dark blades from above. this little world still turns

caught between.

a day sitting in a chair, vague deperation with punctuated evolution and equilibrium.

i really do love this life and this place.

i see everything now as an oppotrunity to shoot in stop-motion. this is a sickness. i also have

the philosophers disease. not a sickness but a condition .the symptoms are dabbling in general and artificial world creation in particular..