it’s a habit, what can i say?
a photo and a few words (sometimes even more than just a few if i’m feeling verbose–a feeling i have to work up to, you know.) there’s a little reality mixed in with a little fantasy, truth and falsehoods (to protect the innocent and the chimera i’ve built around my own character.) there will always be parentheses because that’s how i think (and communicate–ask anyone.) in the meantime, the sun came up in the east (as it does), the clouds lay in the sky like torn silk and the palms gossiped among themselves.