Power plays in limbo
I jumped like Spot when we saw Spot jump in the past in the books in the primary school. That was when we had a tomato in the classroom and the sun shone in the windows while I wrote with a blue training crayon. When Lego was large and I was small with big ideas that turned out to be smaller than the large Lego in my tiny hands…. WHAT?
I say, I say, I say… but quite often I don’t really get my point across when the point is blunt and just beyond the threshold of new lands in ironic landscapes in the desert of ideas that never came to fruition.
*sigh*… oh, and again, I wonder what it is to be alive.
December 27th, 2008 by Raph | No Comments »