“Go back?” he thought. “No good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!”
We built these fences with our hands, in time we’ll tear them down again and start over
...This is over my head but underneath my feet… I’m waiting for tonight, then waiting for tomorrow. And I’m somewhere in between what is real and just a dream.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map