Thursday, October 28, 2010


I don't know, and I'm beginning to suspect that I never will.

I'll just have to follow my nose and make do.

"Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,
They call me on and on across the universe,
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way
Across the universe"

-The Beatles

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