A blog to be read at times when the second hand moves like a minute hand, the minute hand moves like an hour hand and the hour hand has just stopped working. Its like everytime you see your watch its showing the same goddamn time. Don't check your watches, just read on.
Friday, January 05, 2007
The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers, and cities; but to know someone here and there who thinks and feels with us, and though distant, is close to us in spirit, this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden.