A message in a bottle…

To wait for three days.

A promise, to send

me a message.

I went back to my corner

to make a harbour in a raging sea

where I could admire

the view. 

monday 29th december 2008

it begins with a postcard from Fergus (random words of chaos and playfulness)....

he reminds me of the small things
forgotten things
the things we take for granted...

I begin 
to walk and witness
to give attention to
a reconaissance
mapping the source

it is very cold and I can only manage to hold a fragile thing.
there is something haunting about the swans that keeps pulling me back to them, I think it is a silent song from very far away.

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