Monday, March 22, 2010
Today's Maxim (4)
When, at the end of the day, a weirdmonger cleans his slab with pride, he sees clearly from which balcony the next wave will come.http://unsettleddust.wordpress.com/2010/01/21/one-photograph-the-last-balcony/
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Today's Maxim (3)
When, at the end of the day, a fishmonger cleans his slab with pride, he worries from which weird seas the next fish to sell will be coming.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Today's Maxim (2)
When I write, I feel like I'm a band playing in my garage.
Brashly eclectic, but I know they're trying to perfect their art, so I put up with it.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Maybe, one man's obfuscation is another man's struggle to express the inexpressible.