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Dream and unreality: locus communis.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

A Cold-faced Coin

201/ a series of wordless days— unfolding as blank newsprint— and yet the moon continues to rise every night as a cold-faced coin —


  1. Oh yes this is the callous indifference of life itself. Things go on despite us. I love this description of wordlessness.

  2. Last few weeks have been hard— stress is building up in different ways, from different sources. Tempting to blog about it one day soon.

    Lately, my frustration breeds wordlessness.