“
I am too alone in the world, and yet not alone enough
to make every hour holy.
I am too small in the world, and yet not tiny enough
just to stand before you like a thing,
dark and shrewd.
I want my will, and I want to be with my will
as it moves towards deed;
and in those quiet, somehow hesitating times,
when something is approaching,
I want to be with those who are wise
or else alone.
to make every hour holy.
I am too small in the world, and yet not tiny enough
just to stand before you like a thing,
dark and shrewd.
I want my will, and I want to be with my will
as it moves towards deed;
and in those quiet, somehow hesitating times,
when something is approaching,
I want to be with those who are wise
or else alone.
bird flu.
like ice.
Want.
we suck at pretty much everything. giving new meaning to the term “american exceptionalism”
Detroit is one of those cities to which everybody seems to return for the holidays. I think the whole Midwest is probably like that.
This is Metro Airport as everybody’s coming home. Makes me wish I could head that way myself…
home studio on the first cool afternoon of fall
