creation of an isolation (300)

lay down your weary head and sleep. tonight is the night that the sleeping draft works its way through your veins, bringing you out of your waking troubles. (tomorrow is the day it will lift, leaving you too foggy to contemplate issues anew) flutter through the days in a haze of consciousness, drifting through meetings on… Continue reading creation of an isolation (300)


Textured Memories

It's a fleecy hoodie that I often wear during winter. It's soft and worn-in perfectly, and brings back memories of days bitterly cold: days when I didn't have gloves and had to bury my hands in my jacket pocket to stay warm. An old blanket, in remarkably good condition considering that it's older than I am.… Continue reading Textured Memories