“In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no-one sees you, but
sometimes I do, and
that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi

Saturday, October 17, 2009

The Don of Small Things

Imagine me in a dark cave, in all encompassing nothingness, a vacuum that envelopes my mind and disorientates my body, a mindless force of nature that stops not for the laws of physics, a void, a blackhole, a hungry darkness where I cannot be sure if I am still awake or alive ...

Now imagine me trying to take a photograph of the darkness to show my friends!

That's how pointless it is to explain why I have fallen in love with WHITE NOISE. You have to read it to know what I mean ...

Don DeLillo, you are the man!

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