I spent the weekend with two of my favorite people in a butterfly town by the sea. The contrast of the miniature paradise is none the greater when compared to waking up this morning.. in a country I'm not sure I recognize anymore.
The shape of things is loosening, threads falling from themselves.
I'm contemplating revolution. And I'm contemplating travels.
...And in the meantime I am sketching out my shape of things, writing in longhand where I think my road is going. I'm clothing myself in drawings, and poems, and other things to insulate me in the coming winter months.
Posted by Olga at November 3, 2004 12:14 PM