A place to park those random thoughts, stolen images, hidden conversations and incoherent babble from beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time. Don't expect too much and you won't feel let down.
Saturday, February 14, 2015
A bird calls my name
Well it did, down by the Forth, at least twice, I swear. Then it was gone, the sound stopped and I was left wondering.