Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

mantra

don’t forget that you are but one tiny amoeba clinging on to life, the detritus on the shell of a small crustacean, being hungrily pondered by a shrimp, swimming in the vast blue ocean which covers about seventy percent of the world’s surface.

lost and meaningless.

beautiful. love your words, they flow. the pictures have depth and the site design is simply brilliant.

shine on, you crazy diamond.

As long as we don’t get eaten by a passing whale We can cope with being adrift…

revorad : welcome, and thank you very much. *feels small*

mr x : that always seems to be the danger with these sorts of things. amoebas may not be able to see whales coming…

Lost and meaningless, maybe. But don’t forget that your beautiful words possess much meaning, both obvious and hidden.

“And they utter a mantra to push them along / They say ‘Fuck this country, fuck this world’ / They say it over and over and / Over and over again …”

Mr Witness : it’s long past the witching hour, and it’s still getting colder, somehow…

it’s like one tiny click amidst that cacophony. that’s all. insignificantly there, barely audible.