Flowers faded
"From that moment on a profound metamorphosis of the sensible world took place. In New York harbour it was no longer the Statue of Liberty that lighted the world, but Love, which is different."
"Soluble Fish", Breton.
I'd spent the bulk of the day making jewellery. The morning was threaded by bracelets, the afternoon fashioned by earrings for Haiyan's earring swap.
There's something oddly therapeutic about all this.
Fresh Antipasto: Flow like flowers faded.
Posted by sniffles at March 29, 2002 07:02 PM