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

Evening Blues : 3

Never have known anything quite the same. Never shall, never will. Twisting capillary alleyways, major arterial roads, leading to the city heartbeat blanketting vast gaps in space, in people. Whichever and whenever and however, whatever. Now is the colour - blue is the time.

[i can’t wait. but i shall. minutes, seconds, hours, days, weeks, months… it means nothing. some things mean something. this is something. is. here and now, there and then. is.]

You managed to capture some cracking pictures of late.

London looks like London does.

Keep clicking and shutting or whatever your secret is.

Sigh.

Delightful occurrences are collected in the palm of your hand, held there a (concentrated) moment to infuse your fingers, for one more time when you wish to touch yourself, and then released for someone else.

Inspiring, the passages are.

colin: i’ts not in the clicking and the shutting, but the dreaming.

dionysios: thank you very much. sometimes the words are best let go.

“now is the colour - blue is the time.”

thank you.

Revorad : it is a line from a song I rather like.