Monday, May 26, 2008
The icing on the stake
A mother's love. Gifts of fuel for times of mechanical duels. I have been on a night schedule for seven days now. 30 hours to go before this may not be necessary anymore, but I have grown to love this hooded time when the phone does not ring and the inbox stays empty. Morning's are useless, and posting while rendering is different than burning while toasting. Whole thoughts playing out before an audience of no one.