I want to pack a set of clean underwear and some hand sanitizer and run. And I don’t want to stop until I reach Greenland. Or Antarctica. I’m too broke and too desperate right now to buy a compass and worry about directions.
gutterspace: (n) the blank space between two facing pages is the gutterspace. That extra space allowance used to accommodate the binding.
gutterspace, in position
I love the splash of cold water on the face after a mucky day. I love sewing machines. The way they look. And the music they make. I love design. And style. Even better when they meet. I love the way the cigarette ash falls of, my fingers dangling mid-air while I finish a conversation. Or a piece of work. I love unfinished sentences. And often, unfinished business. I love half-written posts. And if you are here reading one of those, chances are I’ll like you too.
Time goes Deadlines too Love goes Lust stays Authors go Especially if their first book was an unexpected success Music goes Remixes come back Usually to haunt you like a nightmarish ghost Dreams go Nightmares stay Traffic goes The exhaust smoke stays Places go People go Some remain though
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I'm blogrolling you. So you will be blogging wherever you run away to?
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