Stolen thoughts, hidden conversations and incoherent babble from beyond the wall of sleep. Also frequent snippets from music based attempts to describe the absurd nature of all life and all life-long learning.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Bare bones and stones
The remains of the old pier, cannibalised and carried away to other places for constructions and creations. Now only the bare bones remain catching the creeping grass, crawling green seaweed and the odd pieces of tidal debris.