Tuesday, April 29, 2008

the final countdown

Time flies. Day follows day. Each the same shape. Each the same taste. My days are numbered. So are yours. But I won’t bow down to calendar convention. I choose to rename and reclaim my days. (I’m humming ‘My Way’). I recreate days of meaning and mayhem. Each stand a little taller this way.


3 comments:

Shelley said...

Still over here. Still loving your work. Wishing you were closer so you could come help me grow some hope on Sunday...

polona said...

seemingly simple but powerfully built.

dandelion said...

This makes me shiver, but I'm strangely drawn to it...x