‘‘The Stone Age didn’t end for lack of stone, and the oil age will end long before the world runs out of oil.’‘
...the ordering of objects couldn’t hide what’s missing.
... love is not these belongings that surround you,
though there’s meaning in the memories they hold.
When the world is crashing down, I will throw it on my back for you..
When you’re paralyzed and bound, I’ll be waging war, my love.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map