It is sweeter to wander with the wretched and outcasts than to sit crowned with roses at the banquets of the rich
Elisee Reclus

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

There are others...

But they are all me...

It has been a short time since i have talked to anyone alive.

I am a performance.

At last, something clicks like tumblers in a safe we are trying to crack. Not for the stupid money inside. Nor the bankers drafts. But for the secret codes. Or maybe the jewels...

(... .......)

I await your presence.

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