water drops gather on the window, spilling down, forming countless shapes. condensation forms inside, sympathy heart traced in, matching the shapes. the window's open, now, and the glass clears. the heart fades, looks half-broken.
the windows dominate the room. it's no accident; i had the room designed this way exactly for that purpose. it's kind of a small room, not unlike the fabled attic at the top of the tower, but it suits me exactly. four years ago, when i collected a few bags of notebooks and canvases, crammed… Continue reading the forest cottage (400)
plants lined up, herbs and flowers - quick, clashing patches of dull-day colour. ----- small measure of a garden, tucked into little ceramics; sun-lit. ----- mini horizon day peeks through, lifting to the curtain: morning now.
watch here: wipe the dust away, wash clean the glass. wait five minutes. this is how we restore memory. (why wait, after all?)