Sunday, April 13, 2003

Iconic relationships. I just couldn't stop laughing.
Colour separation takes times. But the lines come out sharper in the long run. To like people for what they are. For the thoughts in their head and the ways that they live. The things they say and the words they write. The curve of a lash and veins in the arm. Endless stories unfolding on the streets of my life. Pity to burn under the spotlight all by myself. And draw fragile, interconnecting lines. All that tension hampers movement. Unending orchestration. Way too much trouble. I'd rather dance by myself. And watch the other dervishes. Round and round and round...