We sat in a tree above a washed away hillside and watched the sun slowly recede behind the horizon of the Pacific. We talked about what was to come, how we had gotten there. We talked about what we wanted from the world and how we would go about getting it. We talked about living life.

We sat in a tree above a washed away hillside and watched the sun slowly recede behind the horizon of the Pacific. We talked about what was to come, how we had gotten there. We talked about what we wanted from the world and how we would go about getting it. We talked about living life.

"prison-palette.png"siting on my desktop since August 16, 2013

"prison-palette.png"
siting on my desktop since August 16, 2013

Form is henceforth divorced from matter. In fact, matter as a visible object is of no great use any longer, except as the mould on which form is shaped. Give us a few negatives of a thing worth seeing, taken from different points of view, and that is all we want of it. Pull it down or burn it up, if you please…

Essay from the late 1800s by Oliver Wendell Holmes
A Series of Events have transpired over the last week, leaving me wondering about quite a few things.

A Series of EventsĀ have transpired over the last week, leaving me wondering about quite a few things.